It really is so incomprehensible you know,
Words can’t capture it,
And we, grasping but a moment of it's mystery,
Feast on that beauty our whole lives.
It really is so incomprehensible you know,
Words can’t capture it,
And we, grasping but a moment of it's mystery,
Feast on that beauty our whole lives.
Quiet Breathing, fresh Spring air - in the process of becoming Buddhas.
A wondrous dance of thought-clouds perform…
Suddenly, Dharma light dawns, chasing them all away.
Before us lies this world glistening with the intoxication
of desire
Ever moving, ever changing, a continuous weave of changing
cycles.
It beckons us: ‘come, come, join the dance’,,
Come spin and twirl until you are dizzy like
An amusement park ride;
Experience after experience in endless procession.
Trinkets and toys allure and fascinate,
until fascination dies from lack of a sense of reality.
In this dying I become alive, as I watch the world fade;
Its shimmer growing dull,
The laughter of its children joyful no more,
The kiss of its pleasure sweet and sensual no longer.
Finally, I turn within, for where else can I go.
What is this sense I feel,
Like the pull of a deep cosmic current moving within the
heart.
A blinding light is its greeting,
Dissolving and awakening at the same time !
The soul, the soul - Dawn comes, Spring comes,
Rebirth comes.
Darkness and confusion dissolve
In golden light emanating from within.
A spell is broken, a tightly spun fabric unraveled, a riddle
undone.
I see the great dancer for all that she is – veiled temptress,
lover, teacher.
I return to the land of the living, joyful,
Changed, yet unchanged.
Eagle’s Song
I am the mountains strong
I am the rivers long
I am the sun at dawn
I am the winds beyond
I am you and you are me and as the eagle we are free.
I am the trees grown tall
I am rain that falls
I am the desert heat
I am the air we breath
I am you and you are me and as the eagle we are free.
Beyond this Earth I fly
Into an endless sky
Past and future are no more
For on the wings of God I soar
I am you and you are me and as the eagle we are free.
Each morning, whether there be Clear blue skies or the darkest clouds, Terrifying thunder or raptured stillness, Shattering rain or a gentle...