from stony stillness and single oneness expanding, such is the breath of creation and of the universe to motion and infinite complexity, a feast to keep the eye enchanted and the mind entangled for many spiraling lives then contracting back to One again.
we donít truly belong we only color the world on a canvass of emptiness with the music of our laughter, the pain of our tears, aspirations and high hopes. a dance of passing shadows yet our human Ďtour de forceí.
Who am 'I' when I strip away all exterior distraction, when I take away all the learnt knowledge, when I delete all identification with body, thoughts, activity, beliefs, race, birth? Only breath remains.
see my face! a thousand petaled-lotus rooted deep in murky matter my splendor beauty yet untouched adorned, by precious jewel in the center, a clear and unclouded mind to pierce through the illusion-life with the purity of its refined sight.