Wednesday, July 31, 2013

No more veils

The sweet silent miracle of
knowing oneself to be

And in so knowing
Knowing All

A rooster crowing

The sensation of coolness where
the stone floor meets the foot

A lizard chirping

The smell of smoke drifting in
from a nearby village.

Day breaks and dim shapes
turning into bushes and trees. 

A peacock calling out

Is All you touching me

Oh how close you are
My very own Self
No more veils 
to hide your radiant gaze

From every corner of the universe
I see only You seeing Me

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