Attuned with the flow of dharma, life transforms from motions on a bleak and lifeless chessboard into a multifaceted, multidimensional celebration emanating from a virgin mountain spring.
An infinite melody in the flux of textured emptiness, the orchestra of the universe plays its haunted songs.
The universe is adance, saturated with celebration. Face the music, move your bones. Are you discordia or concordia?
The wheel of law is turned anew with a flowery touch. Polarities reconciled, the flower of dharma is born of mother nature's sacred womb.
Roams the bodhisattva, the infinitely benevolent light of the worlds, his task undone 'til the world samsara is frozen and all sentient beings are free.
And the fairies dance, they dance under the rainbows, in the terrestrial orchids woven of heaven-strands, intoxicated with joy of life and honey wine.
For the grieving it moves at a snaily pace, yet it races for the indulgent; and the universe is still for the one gone beyond time and space.
Enter the sacred arena of harmony, the great plateau of emptiness. Dance across the pristine fields in an endless celebration of life.
An infinite melody in the flux of textured emptiness, the orchestra of the universe plays its haunted songs.
The universe is adance, saturated with celebration. Face the music, move your bones. Are you discordia or concordia?
The wheel of law is turned anew with a flowery touch. Polarities reconciled, the flower of dharma is born of mother nature's sacred womb.
Roams the bodhisattva, the infinitely benevolent light of the worlds, his task undone 'til the world samsara is frozen and all sentient beings are free.
And the fairies dance, they dance under the rainbows, in the terrestrial orchids woven of heaven-strands, intoxicated with joy of life and honey wine.
For the grieving it moves at a snaily pace, yet it races for the indulgent; and the universe is still for the one gone beyond time and space.
Enter the sacred arena of harmony, the great plateau of emptiness. Dance across the pristine fields in an endless celebration of life.
1 comment:
I didn't know that you were a great drawer... Like Manue, everyday I learn more about your mysterious life...
I hope I could practice the fairy dance one day :-)
juliette
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