Guest guest Posted March 25, 2001 Report Share Posted March 25, 2001 >> mirror/mira is and is not an aspect of myself...she is and is not my beloved teacher for i am and am not her beloved student...i am the beloved's poet and i am mira's beloved...look into the mirror and discover the beloved...mira and mark, mark and mira are just silly kids playing in the non-dual playground of higher love arising into higher love... << and also: >> Where the cymbals of our mutual compassion can be truly endless whirl, sparkle and crash forever, forever, forever << Thank you White Wolf and Mark/Mira...here is the short version of my first meeting with one of my Teachers. Shanti ~ Linda Embrace above I float and see for miles every detail of mountain and valley diving down I plunge to a clearing in the dirt surrounded by trees in the brush I crouch the rapid rush of wings I hear a feather falls I wait there in the center in the dirt a form She looks up piercing my soul She stands in beauty I gaze in awe tall brown wondrous woman hair made of night She shimmers beckons I step forward into an embrace of stars ©Linda Talbott 1997 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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