awakening

The self pecks from within,
While the Self pecks from without,
Until the shell of ego breaks open,
And the Golden Phoenix flies,
To its home in the awakened light.

Grace Within

The wave ascending,
And the wave descending,
Merge in the blissful light,
Of the awakened Self.

                                                         Lahiri Mahasaya

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