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Tingsha/Present Moment
My lover steals into my room in the night.
He woos me with sacred
sounds of drums beating,
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tambouras droning, fairy bells dancing… |
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He chants the ancient tones of millenniums |
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of Being
gently into my ear. |
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I feel the sounds, the tones resonating |
He gently beckons me to enter
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into the mystery of the night. |
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Like the finest dance partner, my lover slowly,
sensitively leads me |
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more and more deeply into the space
of Love
so sweet within myself that I lose all remembrance
of anything less than the overflowing fullness
of love within my Being. |
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within the exquisite experience
of boundless love of Self. |
Alas, the cock crows.
It is time to return.
Once again, so gently,
My love showers me softly with
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the sacred
sounds, ancient tones, bringing me home. |
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I begin my day fully clothed in remembrance of
Self as Love. |
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