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Bhagavan in Sussex
« on: April 23, 2009, 01:07:38 PM »
This is a poem by Alasdair Black, in Mountain Path, April-June 2008:

By the margent of the field,
Ponders the Self-knowing Seer,
Where dappled, wind-blown hassocks murmur,
Down-sown showers of fresh-mown hay --
Alike indifferent to the spike grass, tares,
Brambles and toils;
Himself also of this seeming-tranquil,
Breeze-blown summer scene.

The rose and the thorn
Touch but the eye and skin --
Not the deep-dove Self
Where He abides,
Where we abide --
And all of us,
Where Oneness is.

Can we but remember this --
Unocover, dissever
From the lower-thorn, spiked
Unsightly things
We most times are?

Yes, we can
Re-ascend that unity
We sometime were,
And there stead fast abide --
All of us,
And all of us.

(Source:  As indicated above.)

Arunachala Siva.