Guest guest Posted January 3, 1999 Report Share Posted January 3, 1999 Ice Tree Frozen light silvers on black lines, Yes, this ice is on fire! Steam smokes the tree's air, Saying, "Here!" A distant sun burns time. The satsangh bell rings anew. First, hear it unto silence return. If, for the eternal you yearn, Ice on fire is one view. ____________________ Written for Harsha, on the inaugaration of his Satsangh list, recalling with great joy his words: "The ice melts when it is time." Gloria Lee 1/3/99 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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