I hear you. I can hear you dancing. I can see your mystery. I can see the ways you consume me and dissolve me. I can see the original I. I can see with the original eye. I trust you so much to keep revealing the mystery. For many years it looked like a mountain. For many years it looked like an unattainable ocean. The 'I' is a flute of unknown whisper of silence. The mother, the mystic, the madman dancing... As we finish this day, the new day has arrived... There is a meditation in the full moon. There is a poetic madness in the stars... The worship is complete...
Hari Om Tat Sat