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.
It’s a mystery, This Reunion with the Beloved. We don’t have to know her, we just have to long for her. Then when we call her name, ...