moon rising

the lingam, dark and rich 

i saw it laying there the same 

in my mind's eye 

with a bright aura around it

from it came a crack that opened 

and springing from this, rose a flower 

that danced in the open air
thru this rich emptiness of atman 

the flower of the world rises 

shakti, the appearances so 

colorful and varied 

and filled with all sorts of experiences 

the flower rises from 

the source 

yet is forever connected there 

not separate 

the lingam 

dark and rich

white lotus

flower of understanding, 

truth and heart 

it manifests in it's beautiful purity

when 

the ashes of the world have been

rinsed clean

deep within it's heart sits the diamond 

the *jewel* of all 

hidden and mysterious it lives 

shining in it's splendor 

white lotus 

flower of the heart

she is the goddess of heart my love 

she comes to to you and reveals this message 

see the world as a dream and do not cling there 

for it will leave nothing but sadness to be 

reborn 

she leaves this message 

on the earth and in the garden of life that blooms 

but do not sorrow over this souls 

for life is eternal in it's spirit 

it is forever returning to be reborn

again in another form 

see the goddess, see how she changes 

shapes in the moonlight

and in the rising of the sun

and in the winds that come and go

and in the shadows that play about

and in the call of the birds 

and the wild creatures 

and in the body, the eyes, the words,
the movement 

through these changing shapes
she leaves her message:

oh souls do not cling to the transient
appearances
but find yourself in your *true* self

forever living as one

the moon rises over the mountains 

and leaves it's reflection on still 

waters 

it flows from the heart as a light 

to be seen by all

to flows from the source as a fullness 

that is undeniable 

see it glowing now, so bright and lovely

set in a deep, dark sky

it is an image that makes one feel 

and taste and believe:

oh how beautiful and mysterious 

this life is!

moon rising 

phases and stages of mind 

ever changing, transient 

the light hits as love shining 

shedding nothing but purity

that lives eternal

melting the shadow 

melting the coverings 

and that which has always been

shines 

full

moon

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