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Apr 11, 2008
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I Am Nature
I am Nature
I am the inevitability and
infallibility of meeting myself
in Your mind,
I am the Oneness in this occurrence
and the gentle affluence of the night air
filled with the scent of white jasmine
after Your Soul has passed through.
I am a sand mandala washed upon the shores
of Your every unnamed reality, opening door after
door to a greater truth and greener pasture
Your very homecoming and visitation to another
secret place in the beating truth of Your lonely heart.
I am the love You send and expend with the sighs
of Your life, that moment of time when no words can
come out, and the gift you have given is the Silence
of a heart, offering itself to the stars in the eyes of every
one you meet in the solitude of your temple in the pool
of Your own true reflection.
I am the valor and symathy of Your steadfast will to
survive the chance and circumstance of every trial
and retribution that has brought You to your bleeding
knees and made You sing like the red bird free from
her gilded cage, free to fly on a swan's wing, free
to carry the melody of Joy like a deafened Beethoven
honouring the rite of passage of how silence slips
through the fingers into imortality.
I am the critical mass You portend. Your doomed
pretension
carries Your own sacred self across the river Styx, like
a phoenix rising, like Shiva dancing, Shakti shall find
You and bring you close to her breast, illumination and
Divinity shall shine in the consecrated rivers now
flowing
through you, and confessing your Innocence, You are
made
palatable by the taste you shall leave in Your Lover's
mouth.
I am the inevitability and
infallibility of meeting myself
in Your mind,
I am the Oneness in this occurrence
and the gentle affluence of the night air
filled with the scent of white jasmine
after Your Soul has passed through.
I am a sand mandala washed upon the shores
of Your every unnamed reality, opening door after
door to a greater truth and greener pasture
Your very homecoming and visitation to another
secret place in the beating truth of Your lonely heart.
I am the love You send and expend with the sighs
of Your life, that moment of time when no words can
come out, and the gift you have given is the Silence
of a heart, offering itself to the stars in the eyes of every
one you meet in the solitude of your temple in the pool
of Your own true reflection.
I am the valor and symathy of Your steadfast will to
survive the chance and circumstance of every trial
and retribution that has brought You to your bleeding
knees and made You sing like the red bird free from
her gilded cage, free to fly on a swan's wing, free
to carry the melody of Joy like a deafened Beethoven
honouring the rite of passage of how silence slips
through the fingers into imortality.
I am the critical mass You portend. Your doomed
pretension
carries Your own sacred self across the river Styx, like
a phoenix rising, like Shiva dancing, Shakti shall find
You and bring you close to her breast, illumination and
Divinity shall shine in the consecrated rivers now
flowing
through you, and confessing your Innocence, You are
made
palatable by the taste you shall leave in Your Lover's
mouth.
— Kailashana, Apr 11, 2008
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purplemoondoll
18 years 1 month ago
like a phoenix rising, like
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
lol. thanks for reading and
professor
18 years 1 month ago
The song of a lotus eater