Tuesday, 29 March 2011

[satsang] A little poetry and prose . . . The rising and...

Bruce Godden posted in satsang
A little poetry and prose . . . The rising and falling tide, the blowing and listing wind, the verdant or withered grass, ...the songs of birds, and the felt breath of angels, are each an exhalation of G_d, and an expansion of G_d's Being. Everything rushes away from everything, yet the expansiveness of G_d fills all. http://www.facebook.com/l/e7dc56VTl9mhJoMJlznFkexVmeA/spiritualnotreligious.blogspot.com/2011/03/musings-poetic-and-otherwise.html
Bruce Godden 29 March 13:21
A little poetry and prose . . .

The rising and falling tide,
the blowing and listing wind,
the verdant or withered grass,
...the songs of birds,
and the felt breath of angels,
are each an exhalation of G_d,
and an expansion of G_d's Being.

Everything rushes away from everything,
yet the expansiveness of G_d fills all.

http://www.facebook.com/l/e7dc56VTl9mhJoMJlznFkexVmeA/spiritualnotreligious.blogspot.com/2011/03/musings-poetic-and-otherwise.html

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