Guest guest Posted April 10, 2005 Report Share Posted April 10, 2005 consists of empty expectation without the slightest ground. I am a honey bee buzzing around the lotus flowers on a tapestry. This enchanting scene, O MahaMaya, is composed solely from your silken threads, your brilliant strands of consciousness. Playfully your persuaded me that the bitter fruit of egocentric desire is sweeter than sugar Greedily, I consumed this strange fruit. Its sharp taste remains in my mouth day after day. You drew my soul to the relative plane by the promise of wonderful communion, but this divine play in the mode of separation has been severely disappointing. Sings your poet of mystic union: "O Kali, the drama of my life was composed and acted out in the blazing summer field of destiny. Now please bring your small child home through the fragrant cool of evening, cradled in your arms, lost in your gaze, disappearing in your love." Ma Kali .... Ma Kali ..... Ma Kali! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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