We are lost,
Until pain wakes us from the dream,
And salty tears point the way,
To the abode of the Self.
Desperate to follow,
Forced to put down,
Of me and mine.
And entering the secret doorway,
We discover a palace of Light.
Where we find our own reflection,
Dazzling and laughing,
In the perfection,
As a thousand different faces,
And a thousand different forms.
When you pour your tea, There are a thousand eyes, Watching the moon, Praying for answers. Invite those eyes, To sit awhile...
Exquisite, powerful and beautiful
The heart is at peace with the beauty of Now. The mind always searches for more. TRUE ALIGNMENT
There was once a powerful Guru who was visiting her ashram in India. This particular Guru loved to take a stroll in the beautifully scented...