a scoured out gullet, purpose undaunted by infamy, happiness flaunting her wings --
Wide Open
You have liberated my soul
softly, soundly,
I am free
I hear the swifts howling "samsara samsara"
but I am the ocean
freed from the tides
I hear the wind coo
and the wild owl "hawk"
I know my place in the universe
my grapes into clay powder
my uniform a basket of uncoined phrases
kindling the muse.
I am no one. yet I am so lucky.
I have found You.
and my soul whistles silently
to all who don't know, "there is Love, there is Love... here, now, there is all."
I love You
Your Beloved
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