Guest guest Posted May 23, 2006 Report Share Posted May 23, 2006 --- anabebe57 <anabebe57 a écrit : Love You have placed me upon your altar stone and like a sacrificial lamb, You have killed me and made me worthy, an exile in every holy land. And when time became a ripened flower, I was uprooted in the swirls of cosmic dust, forever lost in a longing gaze of the silver moon, I drowned in every desire bequeathed by the golden sun. Love You have hidden in me the lamentation of a Poet-- these words I write, though I have become a Song I send on the swift wings of an Ibis, in the Sacred Wind, I am now an Open Secret, I have become You, My Love. Rapturing. Love, Ana this last(couplet?) paragraph specially loved. ** If you do not wish to receive individual emails, to change your subscription, sign in with your ID and go to Edit My Groups: /mygroups?edit=1 Under the Message Delivery option, choose " No Email " for the Nisargadatta group and click on Save Changes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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