by Virochana
September 27, 2010

Letters showing the way, divine forms incarnate in another way. Rising from one loka to the next in a golden glow, the snake's silk thread weaves its way through the eye of needles on its journey through eternity. Touching, feeling, being, bliss, so fun, I dive beyond it, always known. I become One, One knows the I. The dance divine, witnessed on high, sweating nectar unseen in the playground of us. Everywhere home, I visit the lakes, one by one. Breath comes, goes, disappears, reappears in time. Magic touches the heart, and it gives a vision. Hardship & ease, all in the flower, learn to see & you will be free.