‘The burning flames of anger have parched the stream of my being.
The thick darkness of illusion has blinded my intelligence.
My consciousness drowns in torrents of desire.
The mountain of pride has flung me into the nether worlds.
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Love flows in the words and the water and the reading, love flows...
A pensive, insightful piece of purity indeed M. An absolute joy to read. t x
A Buddhist speaks...and a Shepherd casts shadows of ancient wisdom into the chamber of the Readers mind...Michael, sometimes i think you may have existed in a first life...perched on a mountaintop, with your eyes and mind in rapid fire, taking in all that had yet to be written, while embroiled in a philosophical exchange with Plato or Socrates(take yir pick) ...Oh, yes...Solid Penning! Frank
wasn't i swept off by the winds of joy on reading this direct experience!
Michael, this is an absolute joy to read. I was on that mountainside watching the water giggle on it's way. I'd forgotten how brilliant you were, this poem just holds itself up to me and says 'look at who I am'. I love it! HG: -) xx
It is pictures the body loves - and understands implicitly - images that transform the gross, ego-driven part of all or us (even Rinpoche) . Your gurgling water, your single bird circling, your heart singing. It is the pictures that the mind loves and understands... Allie xxxx