When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Universe , other wise known as . . . God , Buddha ,etc.

When I stop the chatter.
I see and feel reality all around me.

The tree's.
The sun sparkling on the water .
The wind , rustling the leaves with the smell of the lake on it's breath.

Someone's eyes . . .
A dog 's smile.

Then I feel you . . . coarsing through me.

And nothing else exists.

                And nothing else matters.

                              And it is beautiful !

Lark