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| - mixed media from my journals, circa 2007 - |
When you fall out of my sight, I am restless day and night, burning.
I climb hilltops; I watch for signs of your return; my eyes are swollen with tears.
The ocean of life - that's not genuine; the ties of family, the obligation to the world - they're not genuine.
It is your beauty that makes me drunk..." - MIRABAI
a delicious poem that found me this morning after sunrise meditation and yoga
