Anahata
by Ellen Grace O'BrianOriginal Language English
Listen with presence
like the fingers of a cellist
listen to the strings
Like the moon listens to the sun
like a bee listens to the fuchsia bell
and loses himself in the whorl
Like the mind listens to the heart
tastes the sound of bliss
and meets the Self again.
-- from The Moon Reminded Me, by Ellen Grace O'Brian |
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