Monday, 29 September 2014

THE WIND THAT NEVER STOPS


The wind that never stops,

the heart beat that throbs.

Eyes that sparkle like the stars,

the smiles that beam the love.


The turn styles, from one

field of consciousness,

to the next.

The chet visions manifest.


Dreams that were lived,

flour that was sieved.

Oil for the forehead

and the Lotus Feet.

The shift, with every gift.


The voice of an Angel,

the magnanimous love

of a goddess.


The devotion of a mother,

wife, and lover.

Under the cover,

of the hand of God.


Wisdom's experience,

that became a tree of life.

The words that were spoken,

the clarity of pure intention.


The power of compassionate action,

and merciful forgiveness,

courage and tenacity.

The bodhisattva.


Healing power with every feeling,

experiencing miracles unfold,

many untold.


The holy Spirit of freedom,

the truth that holds dignity,

a high standard unsurpassed.



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