how many lives...

I will be gone from this life

altogether too soon

and altogether too long

shall I be gone.

How many lives

of the spider is the sparrow's

and how many lives of the sparrow

is a man's,

or of a man is the evening star

and evenstar to the grace

of this morning's first light?

And you would yet

leave this crossroad

even in mid-conversation?

What appointed council

calls you

even as the morning dew

quietly collects on the ripening mango?

Would you not stay

to taste the sweetness

that is sure to come?

the subtle cause...

Curving back within myself, I create again and again and again. I create my mind, I create my body, I create my perceptual experiences. In fact, for the entire universe that I experience, I am the subtle cause...

The Vedic Scriptures

scattering stars...

We come whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Rumi

dreaming together...

If you dream alone, it's just a dream. When we dream together, it's reality.

Brazilian folk song

I become part of it..

The mountains, I become part of it...
The herbs, the fir tree, I become part of it.
The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters,
I become part of it.
The wilderness, the dew drops, the pollen,
I become part of it.

Navajo Chant