May I speak flowers to you
precious Be-ing
may my words be silent
...and my heart spill from my lips
may my small heart beat resonate
with earth's pulse
....aah I am of the same stuff of this Mother
...this precious Earth
who births this body in every moment
may I release all that stains this emptiness
so I may be open
and my heart rays shine with the sun
The thief left it behind: the moon at my window - Ryokan
Saturday, August 23, 2008
May I speak to you
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mother earth
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