Anahata

by Ellen Grace O'Brian


Original 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

| More Poems by Ellen Grace O'Brian | Next Poem >>


View All Poems by Ellen Grace O'Brian



Recommended Books: Ellen Grace O'Brian

The Moon Reminded Me Living for the Sake of Your Soul A Single Blade of Grass: Finding the Sacred in Everyday Life Living The Eternal Way: Spiritual Meaning and Practice for Daily Life





Anahata