Guest guest Posted May 13, 2001 Report Share Posted May 13, 2001 I hear the song of creation. Like Atum, "the complete one", with his opulent need to give presence to Being. Like Nu Kwa in her desire to create order breathed life into clay. Like Tana Mahuta throwing baskets up to the sky. Like Khepera's tears shed to bring existence into the universe. Gods wonderment of Being is manifested in infinite visage. This song of creation pulsates through majestic cathedrals dutifully built to apotheosize the One with many names and faces. This song of creation germinates a seed, filled with life, bursting forth its fragrant blossom of uncounted essence. This song of creation breathes indigo chord sung in numerous melodies heard uniquely by each One who listens. This song of creation heralds new love discovering the sensuality of the other's fingerprint. This song of creation is tasted in windblown salt molecule, tripping, dancing over ocean surface unto tongue. This song of creation is embodied in movement recollected deep within sinuous muscles in each step, leap and twirl. This song of creation is announced in each brush stroke of luscious color, tenderly applied on finely woven linen surface. So why does this incessant creation song play? - that I may Know the Glory and implicit beauty of each and every ONE! Love, Mary Attachment: (image/jpeg) wave & hands copy.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 13, 2001 Report Share Posted May 13, 2001 Mary, this is a beautiful song.... and I hear you loud and clear. Thank you. Mira I hear the song of creation. Like Atum, "the complete one", with his opulent need to give presence to Being. Like Nu Kwa in her desire to create order breathed life into clay. Like Tana Mahuta throwing baskets up to the sky. Like Khepera's tears shed to bring existence into the universe. Gods wonderment of Being is manifested in infinite visage. This song of creation pulsates through majestic cathedrals dutifully built to apotheosize the One with many names and faces. This song of creation germinates a seed, filled with life, bursting forth its fragrant blossom of uncounted essence. This song of creation breathes indigo chord sung in numerous melodies heard uniquely by each One who listens. This song of creation heralds new love discovering the sensuality of the other's fingerprint. This song of creation is tasted in windblown salt molecule, tripping, dancing over ocean surface unto tongue. This song of creation is embodied in movement recollected deep within sinuous muscles in each step, leap and twirl. This song of creation is announced in each brush stroke of luscious color, tenderly applied on finely woven linen surface. So why does this incessant creation song play? - that I may Know the Glory and implicit beauty of each and every ONE! Love, Mary Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 13, 2001 Report Share Posted May 13, 2001 dearest maria....WOW!......best poem i have read in forever.....awesome pix too go with it too!......tears of gratitufe!.....^^~~~~~ further up and further in, white wolfe I hear the song of creation. Like Atum, "the complete one", with his opulent need to give presence to Being. Like Nu Kwa in her desire to create order breathed life into clay. Like Tana Mahuta throwing baskets up to the sky. Like Khepera's tears shed to bring existence into the universe. Gods wonderment of Being is manifested in infinite visage. This song of creation pulsates through majestic cathedrals dutifully built to apotheosize the One with many names and faces. This song of creation germinates a seed, filled with life, bursting forth its fragrant blossom of uncounted essence. This song of creation breathes indigo chord sung in numerous melodies heard uniquely by each One who listens. This song of creation heralds new love discovering the sensuality of the other's fingerprint. This song of creation is tasted in windblown salt molecule, tripping, dancing over ocean surface unto tongue. This song of creation is embodied in movement recollected deep within sinuous muscles in each step, leap and twirl. This song of creation is announced in each brush stroke of luscious color, tenderly applied on finely woven linen surface. So why does this incessant creation song play? - that I may Know the Glory and implicit beauty of each and every ONE! Love, Mary /join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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