Guest guest Posted March 23, 2003 Report Share Posted March 23, 2003 This soft rain at midnight, us out searching for the street that ends with a bridge, finding fallen Camellia blossoms Following the trail of petals from earth to wet sky a bridge to God The Sky of the Most Holy radiant as every drop glistening white petals The House of the Sacred Stones Stupas, stoic, silent all night First light – the Heart's flint The sheen on wet rocks in the street lamp light, our future births foretold The shine in your eyes reflecting the raindrops falling -- will these tears in Love with the rain, ever stop? Raindrop teardrops strung like your sacred prayer beads across the windowsill -- you asked me once to wear them, waiting for you. Rainbow-painted palms pressed to the Heart Chest adorned with Rudraksha, red-hot with Bhava -- We are the Arati Fire, circling through time and space Wings of Devotion fanning the seed flame, the miracle rainbow bridge marrying heart to eyes. Beaming true Bright Bright Being of Light Light-Mind breaks the dream-trance brightly beaming Is it really any wonder then why everybody loves Saturday night? LoveAlways, Mazie & b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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