No Night in the Season of Love
“Amritanubhav (The Nectar of Mystical Experience)” by Jnaneshwar
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Pearls: By Michael Read
The tears you shed
Lie as pearls upon the grass.Turning back to glance
Seeing where you’ve been
Your pearls lie there In the endless dew.
Lie as pearls upon the grass.Turning back to glance
Seeing where you’ve been
Your pearls lie there In the endless dew.
May You Walk in Peace: By Michael Read
May you walk in peace
Through storm and fire.
You seek me out,
Through pain and fear.
You ask me why I do these things
Of horror and despair
That hides the beauty of your heart
And makes you cry out in anguish.
Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath: By Mace Mealer
Why does compassion arise
with realization?
Because it was there
all along
waiting
to be
realized.
(photo by W. Eugene Smith)
Ruby Slippers: By Mace Mealer
When selfless love
is present
you have entered
the door of liberation.
This capacity
was your
first birthday present.
Like Dorothy’s ruby slippers,
home has never
been more
than three clicks
away.
Love’s Wind: By Mace Mealer
When the trees sing
it is the wind that
gives them voice.
When the heart sings,
what, but the
mystery of love
is at hand.
Cast wide the sails
of your heart
into the star filled
firmament
and love’s wind
will guide
you unerringly home
Dance of Chance: By Mary Bianco
Somewhere,
in between
reality and illusion,
love and fear,
duality and nonduality,
sinner and saint,
truth and lie,
there exists a crevice,
a line so fine as to be nearly invisible.
One day,
while walking barefoot in the snow
with your nose close to the ground in search of food,
you trip and fall into the abyss of the crevice.
In the falling you suddenly realize that you are gazing
into the compassionate eyes of the One
Who is gently cradling you in warm and loving arms.
Frail Flowers: By Jan Barendrecht
frail flowers abound
the gardener is sound asleep
my mind, the graveyard
joy, tears and laughter
the gardener woke up again
the mind, a great yard
no joy, no sadness
spacious as the vast blue sky
no yard, no graveyard
no mind, no gardener
the garden of the unborn
frail flowers abound
Wondrous Power of Kuan-yin: By Dusan Pajin, Ph.D.
KUAN-YIN
They say you cannot say
When will she appear,
Wherefrom will she come.
For ages I searched perfections
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Sunset over Mount Lu – Homage to Tsung Ping (375-443) : by Dusan Pajin, Ph.D.
WATERFALL AT LU-SHAN
Sunlight streams on the river stones.
From high above,the river steadily plunges-
Three thousand feet of sparkling water-
The Milky Way pouring down from heaven.
Li T’ai-po
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