Guest guest Posted January 14, 2003 Report Share Posted January 14, 2003 Some Ideas seem to come from within, some are blowing in the wind, with white folds at dawn. A garment outside time. I drop the frozen view transfomed by the sight of you. Four arms and a stream of light. A thousand rainbows and a golden cloud. One white swan and a flower opening. The silent name in the heart of all Right now, I turn around, look at the sky. And a strong wind is blowing ice and snow of three winter months from every tree with a mighty sound. Alan Attachment: (image/jpeg) saraswati19.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) DSCF0033hi.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 14, 2003 Report Share Posted January 14, 2003 That's beautiful, Alan. Do you write these? , "Al Larus" <alarus@o...> wrote: > > Some Ideas seem to come from within, > some are blowing in the wind, > with white folds at dawn. > A garment outside time. > I drop the frozen view > transfomed by the sight of you. > > Four arms and a stream of light. > A thousand rainbows and a golden cloud. > One white swan and a flower opening. > The silent name > in the heart of all > > Right now, I turn around, > look at the sky. > And a strong wind is blowing ice and snow > of three winter months > from every tree > with a mighty sound. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 14, 2003 Report Share Posted January 14, 2003 Thank you, yes. Alan - David King satsangh Wednesday, January 15, 2003 12:17 AM Re: Tonight, at third verse it was dawn That's beautiful, Alan. Do you write these?--- In , "Al Larus" <alarus@o...> wrote:> > Some Ideas seem to come from within,> some are blowing in the wind, > with white folds at dawn. > A garment outside time.> I drop the frozen view> transfomed by the sight of you.> > Four arms and a stream of light.> A thousand rainbows and a golden cloud.> One white swan and a flower opening.> The silent name> in the heart of all> > Right now, I turn around, > look at the sky.> And a strong wind is blowing ice and snow> of three winter months > from every tree> with a mighty sound. /join The Heart is the Self. The Self is the Heart. Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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