Om, my heart Let me hold you tenderly Like I hold my children Bringing forth all content openly I am looking lovingly So nothing is forbidden
Om, my heart Shining as the neverborn As conscious, precious presence Shining even as egoity Not: βTo be or not to be?β That never was the question
Om, my heart Who is holding who?
Choiceless am I resting As β and in β eternally:
Om, my heart
Posted - Dec 21 2008 : 4:23:32 PM
