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In Simple Silence They Sat

Quickly now! They shouted The Guest will be here soon There is so little time to prepare Oh! Make ready the house Surely the guest will seek us out With the all the plans we have made What banquets, Grand Pujas And fine discussions we will have!   Away from the commotion At the edge of town She sweeps Every day sweeping The barely visible path to Her dwelling The well-tended late morning fire Burns bright from Her devotion Her voice is soft and gentle Today I sweep for Thee she whispers.   Her body is ancient She has seen the great mountains in their youth The towering redwoods and giant sequoias She cared for as saplings On the edge of the great forest Her house, open on one side is ever filled There is grand delight in their faces Children smile from the stories She tells   You there, old woman Don’t you know the Guest is coming The learned and important say As they confront her in her sweeping Cease this useless and endless sweeping Surely you can pla

Phantoms in the mist

I have met And shared countless meals with Spent long hours in Enraptured conversation With the most powerful being   I have looked deep into Those magnificent eyes That sees only love and forgiveness The face of unending gentle kindness That never turns away from me   Truly it is from The heart center that flows A force so powerful that it Rocks to the deepest foundations This entire multi-verse   Love is the only force Of all that is   You are             This being of infinite power You are             The most powerful force             That rocks this ‘verse You are             The love that is all that is;             and, so am I   This is the only real power It lives at the core of all If flows freely and unrestrained From you to me, and back again   All that appears powerful Outside of this Is illusory Phantoms in the mist     Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.