#sangha
Gently close the door before
Running away from the sangha of the gongs,
Running to the sangha of the forest.
Dualities, so extreme,
Oneness, so infinite.
I step more patiently now,
With the same wonder,
But with increased senses.
The senses feast on stimuli.
The senses fast on deprivation.
Yes the green is greener.
I return to the chakras,
The protection of the fox,
The fuzzy comfort of soft things.
To hear music, to bake bread,
To feel touch.
Now our distance is greater,
And it creates closeness.
Now the sadness of spaces
Creates refreshed longing.
I smile at the mystical and curious
May Apple Retreats.
The Big Tree, the threshold.
The portal, welcomes me,
Shelters me.
Practices breathing fully,
Proclaiming:
“LIVE LIFE,
LIVE LIFE”
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC