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The silence of my room Loosing its peace Over the noisy rain call Shouting outside Deep forest behind Shakes off its dirt Dances with breeze, In fresh green trees Cold thoughts fall softly as raindrops Holding on to my tattered blanket of life I watch my memories and winter pass by The milky way in the night sky Lost its way Comes down in torrents of rain To ask me for one dance Clouds Took off the cloaks of my shadow Running arms wide open On the wings of love, I soar to distant stars While, in the puddles of rainwater My little ego fish, finds its greatness Buddha smiles, lotus pond waits To bring me back Mind exists in it's own world of passion Possessiveness and touch Fleshy wounds, senses dirt The power of the dusty path Is not in the eternal wait of life's traveler But in bringing the end of Karmic shell The lightness of being to be released One by one, pain stripped off My wanting, my needing, my attachment Slowly Buddha reached out to me Lying tattered on the path Revealing Invisible bundle of pure love and joy Covered in rags of past Buddha, is that really me? As I prepare to sleep In my cold lonely shell ___________________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya
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Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:35 AM UTC
Soul Dancing In The Rain
The silence of my room Loosing its peace Over the noisy rain call Shouting outside Deep forest behind Shakes off its dirt Dances with breeze, In fresh green trees Cold thoughts fall softly as raindrops Holding on to my tattered blanket of life I watch my memories and winter pass by The milky way in the night sky Lost its way Comes down in torrents of rain To ask me for one dance Clouds Took off the cloaks of my shadow Running arms wide open On the wings of love, I soar to distant stars While, in the puddles of rainwater My little ego fish, finds its greatness Buddha smiles, lotus pond waits To bring me back Mind exists in it's own world of passion Possessiveness and touch Fleshy wounds, senses dirt The power of the dusty path Is not in the eternal wait of life's traveler But in bringing the end of Karmic shell The lightness of being to be released One by one, pain stripped off My wanting, my needing, my attachment Slowly Buddha reached out to me Lying tattered on the path Revealing Invisible bundle of pure love and joy Covered in rags of past Buddha, is that really me? As I prepare to sleep In my cold lonely shell ___________________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya
@Shashi Nov 2010 http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/whispers-dancing-in-rain.html
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shashi
Indian
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:35 AM UTC
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