there is a glory of the Body
when body dies to itself, frees from itself
and becomes one with the body next to it
with all living beings in the world
there is a rapture of the Mind
when mind dies to itself, frees from itself
and becomes one with the space between two thoughts -
silence, awareness, emptiness
there is a brightness of the Soul
when soul dies to itself, frees from itself
and senses its breath flowing
through each movement of air
there is a sparkle of Sun in everything
endless dance of time and space
continuously dying and continuously recreating themselves
and all the worlds within.
The Sage: You are aiming consciousness at itself, there is no center in your poems.
Mira: Wherever you read them from, is a temporary center.