Jan 7, 2007

Brow of Calm

I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams. Here you are in secret but for me, here you are in comfort, the stars gently fall like diamonds on silk in this place of dreams. I am the path unwinding where you set your feet, I am the tears that line your cheeks but I will never fall from you. I am uplifting, for you to spread your wings, we are the eternal living unfolding and the silent alone. I am the Brow of Calm.

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