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Buddha Statue
It was the porcelain Buddha statue
That stood upon my grandmother’s table
That led me to some measure of eventual knowing
Awakening me to this ever present moment
Igniting my senses to such magnificent colors
The spectrum that erupts at twilight and dawn
Calibrating my awareness from obliviousness
Transforming the very root of consciousness
The transcendence that so casually beckons and awaits
Please grant me the ascension necessary
To float among the mystical clouds of the firmament
Immersed with the radiant ones shrouded in white mists
Gently welcoming us through veils of forgetfulness
Down deep in an utter blanket of darkness
As I rest upon the profile of mother earth
Gently meditating in a blossoming field of flowers
My body melting into the periphery of light
Consciousness expanding inward and outward
As if taking a measured breath in silence
Disciplining the untrained mind and thoughts
In the dawn solitude my spirit quietly awakens
To myriad levels of unseen pulsating energy
That spirals up through the spinning vortexes
Twisting and uncoiling like a luminous serpent
Shooting up the spine in a blinding transformation
Reuniting us with the heart of the universe
In a meteoric shower of silvery sparks
That pierces the senses in immanent bliss
You've taken me there once
You've taken me there once again.... soothing read. :)
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This is about a porcelain
This is about a porcelain Buddha statue my mom made for my grandmother-I always loved it as a child. When my grandmother died she passed it on to me!