dusty disks reverberating

[Guest guest]

This sober statement of mine:'Bhakti is for the naive.'What else

could I deserve? Now all I knowis words praising you. With no one to

tell. Like a single brick I am.Belonging to a castlein a distant

world. To my dismay.My precious gardenShe told me: Slash it down

to zero.Don’t keep a single leaf or flower. No seeds. No field. No

walls.Only silence remains,this plant has a cutting power. Suddenly

you were there, in the midst of my home.I sat down with curiosity, and

faced you. It was a transformation without change.A recognition,

seeming impossible,beyond the logic of mind.When I met you inside,

who did I find?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alan

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