BlueFireFairy
03-20-2008, 08:00 AM
The path is opened, always open.
We travel visions, follow feelings, are led as we listen.
There is mystery within all we see, all we hear, all we dream.
Now, I follow the dragon trail nowhere to be seen or found, only felt
within until the day of first awakening, the realization of
timelessness in which all traces remain as now, all actions occur in
my presence, all knowledge has left trace. I open my eyes, not to see,
but to allow that which is within to cast its wisdom before me.
Into the valley I follow my gaze, walking the soft path down to the
sacred ones who live quietly, timelessly. There sits Quan Yin, her
presence warm and inviting. At her feet I sit among the flowers. She
enters within me carrying universes. Therein a dream unfolds which I
may not remember until I have fully traveled.
The vision becomes who I am, a dream unfolding, revealing.
The perfection is imperfection seeing.
We travel visions, follow feelings, are led as we listen.
There is mystery within all we see, all we hear, all we dream.
Now, I follow the dragon trail nowhere to be seen or found, only felt
within until the day of first awakening, the realization of
timelessness in which all traces remain as now, all actions occur in
my presence, all knowledge has left trace. I open my eyes, not to see,
but to allow that which is within to cast its wisdom before me.
Into the valley I follow my gaze, walking the soft path down to the
sacred ones who live quietly, timelessly. There sits Quan Yin, her
presence warm and inviting. At her feet I sit among the flowers. She
enters within me carrying universes. Therein a dream unfolds which I
may not remember until I have fully traveled.
The vision becomes who I am, a dream unfolding, revealing.
The perfection is imperfection seeing.