Sometimes at night,
or in the early morning when
dim-orange streetlamps
reflect off wet pavement,
and silent breeze
becomes truly silent,
I finally see a tree
as a tree,
and my footsteps sound real.
February 28, 2010
what It is
By Sitaram Dass
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I love words, the way they sound, the way feel as they roll off the tongue, how they play with the resonance of the heart... I have devoted my life to the bold attempt at conveying Love through sound, imagery, and meaning. Of course, this is an impossible task; Love is Silent, Formless, and beyond the mind. But what a MUSE! Like swimming after a leaf in a still pond, as I strengthen my poetic wings, Love soars ever upward, always teasing just beyond the net of metaphor's reach, but close enough for me to swing blindly through the clouds with tear-soaked eyes. Couldn't I just barely caress the silk bottoms of Love's lotus feet? But during this past week at the Hanuman Temple in the high desert of New Mexico, Love set aflame the net, the wings, and even the clouds. As I fall humbly to the Earth I am blinded by the radiance of the Sun, left spellbound with nothing to say but the oldest of cliches- there are no words. This satsang, this temple, this Hanumanji, Maharajji, Mataji, RAM DASS ji... . "Sanak and the sages, Brahma, gods and great saints, Narada, Sarasvati, and the king of serpents, Yama, Kubera, and the guardians of the quadrants, poets and scholars-none can express your glory." . Jaya SitaRam! Jaya Hanuman! Jai Shree Mataji! Ram Ram Ram Ram RAAAAAMA! . 📷@_vishnudass_That time when Mu jumped off the stage and started dancing with everyone at @bhaktiyogashala Thanks to @maryg987 for capturing such a sweet moment on 🎥. Check out our band page at @kripa.kirtanRepost @dcojai - Family time at Hanuman Gardens. These words came to me during the kirtan while looking at Baba: - "I can fall in love with your eyes a thousand times and never be satiated. I can fall into your eyes a million times and never find their end. You blanket drapes over me, And every muscle melts." - Thank you Hari and Lakshmi for your incredible hospitality as well as Mary, Madison, John, and Vasu for welcoming us and instantly making Ojai feel like home.- My Tweets
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