Guest guest Posted January 10, 2002 Report Share Posted January 10, 2002 I'll take that challenge Tim )) Here is an old one of mine, as I've not been writing much lately... Enjoy The Healing Above the purple pond of pilgrimage Arises a towering triump of truth Where kneels an ancient angel of mercy Come to stay for an hour or two. The alter on that dotted hill All stone and redwood debris Lies a little winged broken bird Among the fallen leaves. On bended boughs of ag'ed oaks All nature watched in awe As splattering of rainbow bright Descends from clouds above. In one splendid second stopped And all of time stood still Into the air the bird took flight As all of love had willed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 11, 2002 Report Share Posted January 11, 2002 Dear Lynette, Wonderful! Very moving -- thanks! Love, Tim , "Lynette" <Lynette@a...> wrote: > I'll take that challenge Tim )) > > > Here is an old one of mine, as I've not been writing much lately... Enjoy > > > > The Healing > > > Above the purple pond of pilgrimage > Arises a towering triump of truth > Where kneels an ancient angel of mercy > Come to stay for an hour or two. > > The alter on that dotted hill > All stone and redwood debris > Lies a little winged broken bird > Among the fallen leaves. > > On bended boughs of ag'ed oaks > All nature watched in awe > As splattering of rainbow bright > Descends from clouds above. > > In one splendid second stopped > And all of time stood still > Into the air the bird took flight > As all of love had willed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 11, 2002 Report Share Posted January 11, 2002 Thank you Tim Love, Lynette > > Dear Lynette, > > Wonderful! Very moving -- thanks! > > Love, > Tim > > , "Lynette" <Lynette@a...> wrote: > > I'll take that challenge Tim )) > > > > > > Here is an old one of mine, as I've not been writing much lately... > Enjoy > > > > > > > > The Healing > > > > > > Above the purple pond of pilgrimage > > Arises a towering triump of truth > > Where kneels an ancient angel of mercy > > Come to stay for an hour or two. > > > > The alter on that dotted hill > > All stone and redwood debris > > Lies a little winged broken bird > > Among the fallen leaves. > > > > On bended boughs of ag'ed oaks > > All nature watched in awe > > As splattering of rainbow bright > > Descends from clouds above. > > > > In one splendid second stopped > > And all of time stood still > > Into the air the bird took flight > > As all of love had willed. > > > > /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 > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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