give me a breath
that will fill my emptiness.
The breath came.
flew through the flute
filled its emptiness.
In smiling gratitude
the flute began to sing
and dance and make
others dance in flowing
rhythmic, fluent music.
give me a breath
that will fill my emptiness.
The breath came.
flew through the flute
filled its emptiness.
In smiling gratitude
the flute began to sing
and dance and make
others dance in flowing
rhythmic, fluent music.
of the Self doesnot covet externalpower or possession.’(Paramananda, The Upanishads
unexplained evil,Jeremiah lamenteda tragedy entirelyof Jerusalem’s making.
are the works of God!How desirable are they!They are a joy for the souland a consolation to the heart.
that in recognizingtheir spiritualdeficiency,is overwhelmedwith a deep cravingfor God’s streamsof living water.It is the man orwoman who hasreached the endof their tether,that gasps forthe still pools ofdeep refreshmentthat no one butthe Good Shepherdof the sheepprovides for allthose who are His.(Ref. to Psalm 42,1of the New testament)
of the silence of the heartaims at and ends upin a passionate strivingtoward the ‘directintuition of reality’.
unfolds, a simultaneousmutual consummationof an unknown selfborn of love ismade possible.