Blooming in a bed of thorns Rich colors imbued with jazz Heady fragrance in a sinful dance Riots of confusion crowding the senses Alluring, tempting, trapping… Final swirls into a web of guilty fragrance Can only see the Self! Can only live the Self!
From the Lotus:
In a cool sheet of water Gliding the expansive green leaf A symbol of vastness, a sign of openness Cool Pink, cool White Soft, pure giver of peace Stem, stalk and petals of bliss Calling out waves of Compassion
Steeping Finite, Merging Infinite Not Self, Not Other. Just One, Just All.
Chirping birds awakens thy soul Dew drops falling on green leafy plants above and below Freshly cut grass, does thy scent behold As the sun slowly raises and flowers unfold Soft fluffy clouds floating in air Animals of nature frolic
It takes relentless effort to form new neuron connections for higher order thinking And without pain there is no gain no matter how badly you try tricking Only the most difficult of experiences teach the highest order lessons in living
I will encounter all barriers I will cross all the horizons I don’t require any carriers For taking fire from the sun Love is that force which enforces All the time it reinforces When your lips just endorse Then opens
Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.