A
Dialogue on Luminosity
You touch once more your heart.
Now you can embrace it,
that which you once cried upon
and struggled to be free of.
You touch once more the earth.
Now you can walk on it,
that which you call home
and slaved to be free of.
The rising sun, never seemed so brilliant.
The child's smile, never seemed so divine.
You have walked a long long way,
and stood naked under the stars.
You have gathered your memories in one breath.
Your tears have turned to jewels.
Eons of earth experience
is now distilled into a drop of light.
All the rivers flow back to the sea.
You touch once more the dawn.
It is time now for peace
to begin.
The Golden Vision Reappears
Seek only
where the mountain meets the sky.
I sit and watch the sun rise.
Upon the clouds,
angels keep watch,
crystalline thoughts of changing sights and sounds.
You enter my mountain temple,
invisible laughters catching fallen petals.
As I lay upon your heart's secret meadow,
the golden vision reappears.
Love is a rushing stream of life,
giving birth to jade garden in the rolling hills.
Yonder lies a field of yellow flowers,
and a pond of the purest spring.
We will catch a glimpse of our reflections,
crimson stars ascending on the far horizon.
Another day is drawing to a close,
the silence in our hearts know.
We are the beauty
that places the flowers on the hills.
Namo Amitaba
Sunset comes to spring river,
a child casts a Buddha smile.
From a broken cup,
a drop of light holds still.
I am on my way to the crystal city,
thousand shining moments in flight.
On the edge of the evening,
all lives become a silhouette.
The mystery on both shores,
return to the one in sight.
On the beach, making sand castles,
the seeker, turning.
Baby Buddha walked up to him and said,
Are you ready?
Are you ready and come with me to the light?
The seeker went to find his belongings.
The tide had come in.
All were washed back to the sea.
He looked for the child.
Baby Buddha had already gone into the light.
Namo Amitaba
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