A Glimpse Of Love

As we view the petal of a flower, 
We are witnessing a fleeting glimpse,
Of the refracted luminosity of impersonal beingness, 
Like a rainbow appearing in a rain drop.
But we can never capture its mysterious beauty,
And if in our insecure hubris we were to try,
Something of its aliveness will be lost.
Leaving only a shell of its former glory.

As we hear authenticity and sincerity in the tones of a human voice,
We are witnessing a fleeting glimpse,
Of the truth that is the heart of impersonal beingness, 
Like a sudden chord from an instrument evokes a tear.
But we can never capture its power to move,
And if in our insecure hubris we were to try,
Something of its aliveness will be lost.
Leaving only a shell of its former glory.

The universe is a flow of what cannot be captured,
And if in our insecure hubris we were to try,
Something of its aliveness will be lost,
Leaving only a shell of its former glory.
But should we choose instead to rest,
As the complete perfection of impersonal beingness, 
Our senses become a nourishing feast, 
Of the great fullness of this.

Love

Freyja