The Guru

The world always changes,
But the resplendent Self,
Was never born and never dies.

                                                       Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi

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it is not the clouds

which move effortlessly 

across the blue sky,

it is the Self

expansive and beautiful. . .

Oklahoma

Dusty rose,

Is the color of the breeze,

On prairie grasses.

hoarfrost

remnants of crops
touched by an early hoarfrost
and a pink sun

~inspiration from a poem by Heather Mullholland

autumn

in autumn
the butterfly and the flower
kiss goodbye

white hummingbird

A white hummingbird
Drinking divine nectar,
The eternal font.

Awakening

The resplendent Self,
In the form of a flower,
And a hummingbird.