My thoughts are gentle
as nightfall’s mist bathing
leaves of a willow, I’m
the prime expression of
created beingness.
Solitary flute from across
the lake, green-eyed
girl sharing her harmony
with anyone.
Water softly rippled by
Nature’s breath, I silently
converse with parallel
variants of myself—a
lucid disclosure of my
tenfold consciousness. I
have no fear
of anything.
“It is highly common for individuals to become frustrated while striving to learn about and live a spiritual life. Most of the disappointment is incidental to false or misperceived concepts of spirituality. Entry into the dimensions of spiritual sensations is conditional on the mastery of the moment. Spirituality is not a spectator attraction.”