Thursday, August 17, 2006

The river that flows also serves

Brings water from down the mountain
Nourishes yet again
Yet again
Till its very breath

Trees that nourish fruits simply
With their very essence
Yet watch as the fruit drops off
No matter if plucked or dropped

To renounce is to renounce like the tree
Simply
To serve with love simply
For Nothing

Sanyas is a state of mind
Where there is love aplenty
Purpose none
Reasons none
Where all you see is N-ONE

To be a tree that stands tall
Or a flowing river
Is just One.

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