Guest guest Posted January 9, 2005 Report Share Posted January 9, 2005 I look, I wait, I pine, Again, I wait, For that brilliant moment, That eternal present, When my every gesture is yours. Only your grace can soften this hard thing that I am. Only you can moisten this walking, breathing statue, harder than granite, drier than sandstone, I call myself. Only you can breathe life into this inertia I only know as I. Maa, why do you wait so long? When can I leave forever the dead, and death-bringing, me? How much longer must I endure the pain of encrusted self-absorption, The stiff resistance to all that is pure? What must I do to make you come? What must I do to make you soften this unbending misery, I created? What must I do To see with your eyes, speak with your voice, hear with your ears, touch with your hands, walk in your steps? That which is, always is. Please Mother, make me That. Please hurry, Mother. Chris Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 9, 2005 Report Share Posted January 9, 2005 --- "A Poet is one who pours Heavenly Nectar into the dusty flasks of thirsty souls." You are a poet, Chris! Jai Maa! muktimaa In , "Chris Kirner" <chriskirner1956> wrote: > > > I look, I wait, I pine, > Again, I wait, > For that brilliant moment, > That eternal present, > When my every gesture is yours. > > Only your grace can soften this hard thing that I am. > Only you can moisten this walking, breathing statue, harder than > granite, drier than sandstone, > I call myself. > Only you can breathe life into this inertia I only know as I. > > Maa, why do you wait so long? > When can I leave forever the dead, and death-bringing, me? > How much longer must I endure the pain of encrusted self-absorption, > The stiff resistance to all that is pure? > > What must I do to make you come? > What must I do to make you soften this unbending misery, > I created? > What must I do > To see with your eyes, speak with your voice, hear with your ears, > touch with your hands, walk in your steps? > > That which is, always is. > Please Mother, make me That. > Please hurry, Mother. > > Chris Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 10, 2005 Report Share Posted January 10, 2005 Jai Maa! ataChris wrote: Only your grace can soften this hard thing that I am. Mail - You care about security. So do we. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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