Pedas 3

Author's Note

A piece of blue string, a pine cone stub, and a rock,
Sitting on aggregate fill.
Three simple objects,
Remind me of other doodads on my windowsill.

Three Objects.
Three Kings.
Light,
Love,
and
Truth,
Are always there.

In everything,
I see the reflections of the Source.

Thank you for opening my eyes to see this well-placed reminder.
Elements are everywhere,
Flowing through it All.

What reflections can I see in your eyes?
What fine memories are there?
Do you see me through your window,
As I gaze across the battlefield…?

The menagerie lays toppled,
Vanquished by the Vertical Venetians.

Through the remains of the skirmish,
I see you.
I never stop seeing you.
I love you,
And I’ve felt like I always have.

Do you see my reflection…as I see yours?

The Dance begins once again.

(06.25.97)
from Thriftstore Buddha
Russell Munroe

Reviews

[Mother Maggie]

Amazing piece. You open up the vision of the infinite in the minute and of time, not linear but cyclical. I see through the eyes of love the vast and wonderous cosmos--a vast and circular river with its smooth stretches and its turbulance and souls connected across its eliptical path.