what is witnessed is perfected in flaws
as shadows dance in rays of the sun
what is real when who is to see what
even in false applause I AM be found
because irrespectively, none is lost
relative has spoken yet silence remains
memories empty, broken and complete
whole in the welcoming, absolutely
easy to love when it is easy
but knower knows no knowledge
simply, pure surrendering in the falling
of the flying
ALL is in the imagining
can you really survive when there is no continuing
Truth is its own felicity
yes lover, you are worth repeating SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
