The delicate black lace of a dying Imli tree
Set against the twilight’s morning dove wing -
The play of shadow and light, solid and insubstantial
Draws my mind toward the Infinite.
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8.31.2007
5.05.2007
Interconnectedness
The net of the universe hangs like a shawl on my shoulders.
At times, it is woven in love and sustains me.
I glimpse the nature of unity and find peace.
And there are also times when it feels as thought it were made of lead.
The weight of action and responsibility force me to my knees.
The thread is all of humanity and I feel that I am overwhelmed by duty.
But it is my choice - I alone give thought and form to this perception...
Will I be struck by awe at the miracle of our time here
Or will I despair at the emptiness of the universe?
Is there not something in between...some joyful celebration of our bond? Why instead, do these unnamed feelings overwhelm my spirit?
At times, it is woven in love and sustains me.
I glimpse the nature of unity and find peace.
And there are also times when it feels as thought it were made of lead.
The weight of action and responsibility force me to my knees.
The thread is all of humanity and I feel that I am overwhelmed by duty.
But it is my choice - I alone give thought and form to this perception...
Will I be struck by awe at the miracle of our time here
Or will I despair at the emptiness of the universe?
Is there not something in between...some joyful celebration of our bond? Why instead, do these unnamed feelings overwhelm my spirit?
4.03.2007
A Journey - 2
Above a land marbled with nature's wintry touch
I contemplate distance and identity
But while my mind struggles with answerless questions
The land below has changed completely.
I contemplate distance and identity
But while my mind struggles with answerless questions
The land below has changed completely.
2.12.2007
Destination
Destination
Surreal crossroads on foreign land
Waiting in the distance, yet abiding in my thoughts.
Will the vision of shores below wake me?
Will the tide pull my mind from its well-trod earthy paths?
Translucent Pacific, Harsh Atlantic
Ever-changing and ever-constant,
I am as the Ocean.
7.10.2006
6.25.2006
Rootless Path
A Maple with a grain of deep velvet,
Full of life but marred by its own growth.
My mind has many hidden paths,
My mind is like a baseless tree - its roots lost to the dream of Samsara.
Full of life but marred by its own growth.
My mind has many hidden paths,
My mind is like a baseless tree - its roots lost to the dream of Samsara.
6.19.2006
On the Edge of the Storm
Darkness descends out of time on the edge of the storm.
A single blossom glows, a chill wind sweeps down the mountain.
My heart aches for those far from where I am.
Nothing seems so precious as it is in a moment
Where nothing can be taken for granted.
A single blossom glows, a chill wind sweeps down the mountain.
My heart aches for those far from where I am.
Nothing seems so precious as it is in a moment
Where nothing can be taken for granted.
6.08.2006
Shekhina’s Song
Dark wings carry this illuminated body.
Held aloft by shadowed ritual and wordless vows.
It is the darkness that is embellished by the moon’s glowing visage -
An inky sea made tangible but continually transcendent.
A night garden, where each blossom exudes its own hidden nature.
Every nocturnal breath an affirmation of our own mortality.
Held aloft by shadowed ritual and wordless vows.
It is the darkness that is embellished by the moon’s glowing visage -
An inky sea made tangible but continually transcendent.
A night garden, where each blossom exudes its own hidden nature.
Every nocturnal breath an affirmation of our own mortality.
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