ShivAllahSita 64

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Where are the words

ripped away by strong winds,

blown into creeks?

Playing hide and seek,

to be found

without a sound.

Here they are,

in the light reflecting

nothing.

All alone, no direction home a sea of silence

without wind.

The compass spins

under the northern star,

and every word

creating and destroying

suffering, enjoying

is still.

~Alan Larus

The year has shed its leaf to the flood and the sun has burst its

banks again.If your soul craft has sprung a leak or twothen take this

as a signthat the angel of your vesselwho seeks out new directionshas

found a fresh passagethrough the shallowsand is just refashioning

your boat so that it can sail like moonlight -fly like the stars or

swim like the turtle in both the riverand the sea.Its easy to mistake

the Milky Way for the entire ocean of Love.Easier still to make a

confident landfallon the reef of an old world.When the hermit of

heavenstarts throwing your old charts overboarddon't cling to the

compass that got you lostbut follow the way the flood goesas it flows

through the cracksGod opens in the heart.Sink upwardsto fill a

new-sprung skyand learn to travel in the wavethat has not yet

crestedinto existence.

~Eric Ashford

And high above the Earth tonight,Moon's halo through the smoke,Reveals

a perfect circle there,A sign of Heart's bright Hope.

~Joyce

This full moon tonight,Shivering cold,Yearning --One with Yearning's End.

~b

endless sensationin perception unperceiving,everything a mirror

reflectingthe infinite potential of naught,this uninhibited feeling,

anything,eyes lost in a painting of timeas its own keeper, all the

imagesof oneself meticulously sculpted,erased and recarved this

instant,loved up from love itself to be lovedand loved by, touch so

intimateeverything (though still itself) mergesand no cell's left

unturned, ecstaticin the dance of being-blessed...

~Tykal

Oh great wisdom of the planet

This Earth and all upon it

>From humble worms

To huge white whales

And old knarled trees

And sitting by the hearth

With tousled fur, my Dog

And mornings songs the bird's

On deep dewy grass I tread

Amidst buttercups and roses red

Come evening with hooting owls

Where mayflies dance

All in darkened skies

Deep beauty of this Earth

Claimed by all who live…

~Valerie

Forcing the narcissus to flowerbefore its natural unfolding

byimitating the dark and cold of winterproduces a pretty, fragrant

blossombut there is evidence of weakness,a nearly undetectable odor

of an early death, death's face stretched across pale petalsin rictus

grin.The fullness of life will not be given in true measure if bound

up in the desire for results.The seasons of man and nature, when no

longer compelled by appearancesand arbitrary reason,are then set free

from the restrictions of time and space ideas.They are bound by sun

and moon's communing until they are not.Early forcing produces

inherent weaknesses,returning again and againin the strain.To bear

true beauty full strength,just witness and thenstep totally out of

the way.Beauty will always find a wayto increase until it exceedseven

itself and thenwho can say what will be?

~MazieLove seems easy in the circle of friends,

but it's difficult, difficult.

Morning air through the window, the taste of it,

with every moment camel bells leaving the caravanserai.

This is how we wake, with winespills

on the prayer rug, and even the tavernmaster

is loading up. My life has gone

from willfullness to disrepute,

and I won't conceal, either,the joy

that let me out toward laughter.

Mountainous ocean, a moon hidden behind clouds,

the terror of being drawn under.

How can someone with a light shoulder-pack

walking the beach know how a night sea-journey is?

Hafiz! Stay in the dangerous life that's yours.

There you'll meet the face

that dissolves fear.

~Hafiz

To love or fear –That's the test.At the core theHeart knows best.Open

your eyes andYou will see,Division's the Malignancy.Conflicted mind's

aHurtful thing, obscuringSongs our Silence sings.Let the healing begin

Within, this is a warNobody wins.Give up the fight beforeIt starts,

why struggle with Your own dear heart?Our purpose is toBe at peace,

to Know ourself, to Let strife cease.Only we can liberate

theDifferences that We create.There is no place thatWe can go that

isDistinguishable fromThis --There is no otherWe can know thatWe

can't hug and Kiss.

~b

Out, been flying towards Night with black crowsacross golden

skies.Mother's singingand the mountain sighs.A heart left behind

-tears feeding earth for the love of the moon.Hear this mountain cry

now.Lie down.Rest awhile longer on the breast of this tear-filled

world.Leave sighing to the sky --we are not of this worldnor the

next.

~Mazie

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I Sing

 

"I sing because You sing,

I smile because You smile.

Because You play on the flute

I have become Your flute.

You play in the depths of my heart.

You are mine, I am Yours:

This is my sole identification.

In one Form

You are my Mother and Father eternal,

And Consciousness moon, Consciousness sun,

All pervading."

 

~Sri Chinmoy, From "My Flute"

 

love,

joyce

 

, "Mazie Lane" <sraddha54@h...>

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