A feast awaits, yet we live off crumbs
A feast of the soul that is
For anyone who thinks their birthright is material has been blinded by the blind teachers
What is good fortune compared to a mother
And What is a mother compared to her embrace
And What is her embrace compared to embracing all that is
But this blindness is willful
Open the eyes that open the heart and realise the world
The space will fire up your heart like a furnace
Infinity, localised
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
A feast awaits, yet we live off crumbs
A feast of the soul that is
For anyone who thinks their birthright is material has been blinded by the blind teachers
What is good fortune compared to a mother
And What is a mother compared to her embrace
And What is her embrace compared to embracing all that is
But this blindness is willful
Open the eyes that open the heart and realise the world
The space will fire up your heart like a furnace
Infinity, localised