Liberation
The song of quietude echoes in the Heart of joy
All movement is seen from rocklike stillness
There is nobody here
only seeing
in the brilliance of Being
Everything and nothing has changed
The ordinary is exraordinary
born into colours
Let the rose of love unfold
in the beauty untold
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2011-03-10 at 21:11
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