Thou wert absorbed in Thine Own Self,
hidden from me;
I passed whole days in seeking Thee out
But when I saw Thee in mine own Self
O joy! Then Thou and I
disported ourselves in ecstasy
I traversed the vastness of the void alone,
Leaving behind me reason and sense,
Then came upon the secret of the self;
And, all of a sudden, unexpectedly,
In mud the lotus bloomed for me.
Like a tenuous web Shiva spreads Himself,
Penetrating all frames of all things,
If while alive, you cannot see Him,
How can you see Him after death?
to fashion universes out of emptiness
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
Your life is your life, don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
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