In brooding darkness
Storm clouds gather
Nectar falls
Spirit rises to meet itself
In throbbing bouts of ecstasy
Storm clouds gather
Nectar falls
Spirit rises to meet itself
In throbbing bouts of ecstasy
Out beyond the ideas of right-doing or wrong-doing there is a field - I'll meet you there.
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About Me
- Nisheeth
- I is a place-holder to prevent perpetual infinite regress. I is a marker on the road that ends in I not being.
1 comment:
good...
btw you have a nice blog...nice use of vincent van gogh...
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