my father snoring and imagine how he’s stood before outside my door and listened to my tides of sleep with, could it be, as much love for me as I have now for him— his shore is my shore, our heart sails open. ~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Light, my light, the world- filling light, the eye-kissing light, the heart-sweetening light: Ah, the light dances, my Darling, at the center of my life; the light strikes, my Darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens; the wind runs wild; laughter passes over the earth. The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmine surge up on the crest of the waves of light. The light is shatteres into gold on every cloud, my Darling, and it scatters gems in profusion. Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my Darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks, and the flood of joy is abroad. ~ Rabindranath Tagore
What is the nature of mind like? Imagine a sky, empty, spacious, and pure from the beginning; its essence is like this. Imagine a sun, luminous, clear, unobstructed, and spontaneously present; its nature is like this. Imagine that sun shining out impartially on us and all things, penetrating all directions; its energy, which is the manifestation of compassion, is like this: Nothing can obstruct it, and it pervades everywhere.