Date Posted:08:12:56 03/11/01 Sun Author: Belinda Bell Subject: OM PADME OM
Silence sits
At the edge of my consciousness
It shows it's existence
From time to time
Sounds of silence
Like echoes,
Surround my very being
Murmurs of the sea
Like listening
To the sound coming
Inside of a large seashell
Searching for completion
Round and round
The crystal of self-awareness
Exposes my soul to the clarity
Of a thousand petal lotus.
The Spring of Knowledge
Sits at the base
Of the Temple of Light
Hidden high inside the Himalayas
Where dreams are made of gold
The air is pure,
Laced with sacred vibration
The sound of distant bells
Lulls me to the rythm
Of ecstacy and bliss
Pulling me down to my very center
Re: OM PADME OM -- Wendy Waduda, 18:34:51 03/13/01 Tue