The thief left it behind: the moon at my window - Ryokan

Saturday, August 23, 2008

May I speak to you

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

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