art Rassouli
I am mute.
Humbled by a blade of grass.
My eyes marvel at the soft pink,
Gracing the morning's clouds.
My breath surrenders to rhythm.
How can I shout "hallelujah" loud enough?
How can I bow deeply enough?
Simply said, I am in love.
Drowning in the grace of non-existence.
I cry and laugh
And shout and tremble
In the wake of this endlessness.
Joy floods my senses and washes away desire.
I yearn to expose this whole heart.
To speak truly of true love.
This sacred intimacy,
This exquisite tenderness,
Pure and uncompromised.
All embracing All
In unimaginable finality.
That which is ever-unspeakable
Speaks in colors and moments and mountains.
That which is ever-unthinkable
Gives rise to thoughts and rivers and heartbeats.
The known and the unknown.
That which is truly unseeable,
Reveals itself in nothing and No One.
And That which is absolutely unfeelable,
Voices the inexpressible depth of being
That repeatedly brings me to my knees.
And still there is more.
Beyond sublime experiences and revelations,
Deeper than any particularity,
There is more.
I am this blade of grass,
This cloud, this breath, this thought,
This bow, this desire, this grace,
This color, this moment, this mountain,
This absolute endlessness.
I am more and less.
No One and No thing.
I am This that is,
And I am yours.
Always.
Humbled by a blade of grass.
My eyes marvel at the soft pink,
Gracing the morning's clouds.
My breath surrenders to rhythm.
How can I shout "hallelujah" loud enough?
How can I bow deeply enough?
Simply said, I am in love.
Drowning in the grace of non-existence.
I cry and laugh
And shout and tremble
In the wake of this endlessness.
Joy floods my senses and washes away desire.
I yearn to expose this whole heart.
To speak truly of true love.
This sacred intimacy,
This exquisite tenderness,
Pure and uncompromised.
All embracing All
In unimaginable finality.
That which is ever-unspeakable
Speaks in colors and moments and mountains.
That which is ever-unthinkable
Gives rise to thoughts and rivers and heartbeats.
The known and the unknown.
That which is truly unseeable,
Reveals itself in nothing and No One.
And That which is absolutely unfeelable,
Voices the inexpressible depth of being
That repeatedly brings me to my knees.
And still there is more.
Beyond sublime experiences and revelations,
Deeper than any particularity,
There is more.
I am this blade of grass,
This cloud, this breath, this thought,
This bow, this desire, this grace,
This color, this moment, this mountain,
This absolute endlessness.
I am more and less.
No One and No thing.
I am This that is,
And I am yours.
Always.
The Gangaji Foundation.
I am mute.
Humbled by a blade of grass.
My eyes marvel at the soft pink,
Gracing the morning's clouds.
My breath surrenders to rhythm.
Humbled by a blade of grass.
My eyes marvel at the soft pink,
Gracing the morning's clouds.
My breath surrenders to rhythm.
How can I shout "hallelujah" loud enough?
How can I bow deeply enough?
Simply said, I am in love.
Drowning in the grace of non-existence.
How can I bow deeply enough?
Simply said, I am in love.
Drowning in the grace of non-existence.
I cry and laugh
And shout and tremble
In the wake of this endlessness.
Joy floods my senses and washes away desire.
And shout and tremble
In the wake of this endlessness.
Joy floods my senses and washes away desire.
I yearn to expose this whole heart.
To speak truly of true love.
This sacred intimacy,
This exquisite tenderness,
Pure and uncompromised.
All embracing All
In unimaginable finality.
To speak truly of true love.
This sacred intimacy,
This exquisite tenderness,
Pure and uncompromised.
All embracing All
In unimaginable finality.
That which is ever-unspeakable
Speaks in colors and moments and mountains.
That which is ever-unthinkable
Gives rise to thoughts and rivers and heartbeats.
The known and the unknown.
Speaks in colors and moments and mountains.
That which is ever-unthinkable
Gives rise to thoughts and rivers and heartbeats.
The known and the unknown.
That which is truly unseeable,
Reveals itself in nothing and No One.
And That which is absolutely unfeelable,
Voices the inexpressible depth of being
That repeatedly brings me to my knees.
Reveals itself in nothing and No One.
And That which is absolutely unfeelable,
Voices the inexpressible depth of being
That repeatedly brings me to my knees.
And still there is more.
Beyond sublime experiences and revelations,
Deeper than any particularity,
There is more.
Beyond sublime experiences and revelations,
Deeper than any particularity,
There is more.
I am this blade of grass,
This cloud, this breath, this thought,
This bow, this desire, this grace,
This color, this moment, this mountain,
This absolute endlessness.
This cloud, this breath, this thought,
This bow, this desire, this grace,
This color, this moment, this mountain,
This absolute endlessness.
I am more and less.
No One and No thing.
I am This that is,
And I am yours.
Always.
- See more at: http://www.onethemagazine.com/awakened-hearts-poetry-10/#sthash.VW3F5eCe.dpufNo One and No thing.
I am This that is,
And I am yours.
Always.
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