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Zen Flow
"Verily, that which is Dharma is truth." Brihadaranyaka
Friendship called
I replied accepting hospitality
As a lone Bedouin
Entering an oasis.
"Please tired traveler
Enter my humble domicile
Partake freely of
My peace."
The cool, the darkness
The fragrant wash of tired feet
The temple chimes ring, ring
Openness to a baser self
As layers of debris
Are sloughed off.
Breathing quiets
To a muffled purr
Muscles release to
Firm manipulation
The gentle flicker of candle lights
Call for pulse to quiet, join.
I was beside a bubbling brook
Spectacular highlights glisten as gift
Senses giving over to dream...
Where the Divine nudges
Along the One Way
To next calling.
A flower with seven
Brilliant white petals
Floats gently by
As prayer of thanksgiving
Forms on my lips.
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