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The interpretation
Is determined
By the viewer

Steady your brush strokes
Choose your colours carefully
Groom the melody
Allow the bridge to connect us

The walls of paradise
Are but a creators prison
Snakes slither within
That which was meant
To keep evil out

The cosmos are but a picture
In our minds limited eye
We see from within
We believe our lies
As our projections
Redefine
Traveler Tim
You left me alone
Standing at the corner
Of Betwixt and Between
With nowhere to go
And certainly nowhere
To turn
Only one way to go
Straight ahead
They keep coming back to me
Just like the Seasons
I waved at you
we both had our
umbrellas wide-open
under a fine autumn drizzle
cooling the overheated earth
I felt so blessed
when the divine bells
of our hearts
rang sweetly
There is a bridge to heaven
in our garden
Quan Yin and Ganesh
guard the entrance
in my dreams I wander
across the bridge
aerial sliver of silver
floating in the moonlight
I kiss the hand that heals
the illustrious hand
that creates fragrant vibhuti
fashions life, beauty,
and all that
an Abishekam of kisses
shower Golden Age Avatar
Dear Swami
may I never stop kissing
Your Lotus Feet
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