Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Churning Sea

To rise in the morning
And greet a gift that will never turn to stone

In the midst of a churning sea
We call to a home

The words that are spoken turn to ash
And it is with this ash that Rampriya anoints his heart and mind
Soothing the pains of separation
Like Himalayan snow on fire

Mother knows all things
The field, flower, and seed
The thought, word, and deed

We've already been there before

Rampriya Says
There is nothing more to say 

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