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Endlessly
inviting,
the river
that flows
between us
flows everywhere
at once

our internal words,
warmed by
being
held for so long
are all at once
sent flying
into the open air

making a splashdown
landing into this  
deep old river,
we hear the words
in our unknown voices
for the very first time

all that we know of each other
is waiting now to be heard

as if this river was a room
and this book that does not yet exist
was open on the table beside us
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Clouds this morning
ridged like
sandbars
in
very fine
sand
in the clear
shallow water
of
a very old lake
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Holy Light
of
Life

Beyond
and
Before
all
Time

Light of Absolute
Truth

Embrace us
in
Pure
Radiance

Keep us
Free
from
Darkness

Keep us
Free
in
Your Love

Keep us
Free
in
Blessedness

Light of Absolute
Truth

We Shine On
Now

Holy Light
of
Life
©Elisa Maria Argiro
When the air
is brightened
by a visit

It welcomes
this new
presence

Abiding in
its own
sweetly deep
silence

This sunlight
has its own
delicate
sound
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Ancient offering
of holy cloth,

Enfold me
in tradition.

Wrap me
in your light.

Hold me
gently,
and
entirely.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
A young pandit
with infinity
in his eyes
smiles

When I ask
if I may pour
the holy prasad
into the roots
of the sacred
Peepal tree

The heart-shaped
leaves dance
as I approach
silk sari
fluttering
colors

They dance
before
and
after
dance
always
all is bliss
to the devas
of this lovely tree
"'Prasad' literally means a gracious gift. It denotes anything, typically an edible food, that is first offered to a deity, saint, Perfect Master or an avatar, and then distributed in His or Her name to their followers or others as a good sign. The prasad is then considered to have the deity's blessing residing within it." - Wikipedia
©Elisa Maria Argiro
I am thinking about newly-hatched sea turtles,
and about how perfectly formed they are.

And about how, with independent instinct,
they head straight for the open ocean.

In our dream worlds,
where convention holds no sway,
we do the same.

Left to our own unencumbered instincts,
and when we are rested and happy,
we make choices that nourish our souls,
and the souls of those around us.

Finding a point of origin,
and finding where we belong,
are two sides of the selfsame coin.

Trundling into the sea of our own authenticity
may seem too simple, lacking in choice.

It is our bravest, most definitive act.

As vital to our real survival,
as to those tiny beings,
who innocently do as they must.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
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