Meditation In meditation we journey to the mystic refuge,
A steep and strenuous climb through the winding labyrinth of mind.
To the quiet vista,
Vast and still,
Every step demanding the focus of a wire walker to remain balanced on the thread of consciousness that leads through the clouds to the stillness sky where our listening finds a silent song.
The battle awaits upon our return,
But we return with the armor of spacious peace around our hearts.
In meditation we journey to the mystic refuge,
A steep and strenuous climb through the winding labyrinth of mind.
To the quiet vista,
Vast and still,
Every step demanding the focus of a wire walker to remain balanced on the thread of consciousness that leads through the clouds to the stillness sky where our listening finds a silent song.
The battle awaits upon our return,
But we return with the armor of spacious peace around our hearts.
Mantra is a river,
Dive into the flowing stream,
Drifting far from the shores of illusion,
Let the river bank glide by,
Like the endless flow of time,
Like the ever-changing scenes upon the stage of life.
In the current of this ever-present moment,
We live and breathe in life from the living breathing sky.
In the still and silent now,
All things have their being.
Like dreams they unfold and vanish like sea mist in the sun,
And all that remains forever can never be grasped or touched by the fingers of our minds,
Reaching out to hold on to eternity.
So dive deep into the silent stream of Aum,
Till all vibrations of being mingle in the ocean bliss of the One.
Mantra is a river,
Dive into the flowing stream,
Drifting far from the shores of illusion,
Let the river bank glide by,
Like the endless flow of time,
Like the ever-changing scenes upon the stage of life.
In the current of this ever-present moment,
We live and breathe in life from the living breathing sky.
In the still and silent now,
All things have their being.
Like dreams they unfold and vanish like sea mist in the sun,
And all that remains forever can never be grasped or touched by the fingers of our minds,
Reaching out to hold on to eternity.
So dive deep into the silent stream of Aum,
Till all vibrations of being mingle in the ocean bliss of the One.
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