i see a photo of ramana

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falling into,

not even falling though,

just a wide open that never closed.

 

i see a photo of ramana,

ever familiar,

and through the being,

as this being,

it is this,

always joy uncontained by the daily,

not negated by any heartfelt sorrows:

joy, sheer joy, that this light shines.

 

it became so intimate,

it went deeper than the personal,

there was just no holding back,

no other, nothing substantial,

just radiance...

 

i returned to my life,

the life i never left,

and word by word,

it became something unnamed,

something i no longer felt

the need to speak of,

 

just something i live as.

just something i live of.

just what is never not here.

 

and yet, the gratitude that flows

when i take a moment to feel the grace,

that this is shared by others,

that others know ramana,

yes, this is still so sweet.

 

freedom,

i no longer seek interpretations,

nothing can make the silence clearer,

but i do appreciate every song,

of him.

 

they all lead to this.

 

yet, as i would say it is done,

it is never done, for every moment,

i am reborn.

 

--josie--