She sat without moving The whole world that which appears, dissolving What was calm and chaotic Fluctuates in the winds of the storm High and low Base in the flow First, stubborn in the refusing Life comes into Being only in the surrendering Leave the previous of associated conditionings Preconceived realities in the belly of the mind is fooling What is not true does not exist We are born to walk in superlative harmony The trees, stars, and valleys are symbols aching for a meaning of a dream that dare to interweave boldly May we be natural May we be beautiful May we sing with angels in perfect synchronicity Let us not forget the teaching of vulnerable intimacy We are the wondrous texture of humanity May we live in the same village peacefully May we drink deep always in Her offering
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
