Love exists in the quiet
In the silence of a river
It is there that I kneel
before this sweet quiet
Become untied by its simplicity
It has no ulterior motive
It has no condition
How lost we can become
As we venture outside into the world
Away from this luminous silence.
Written by Megan Watson a few years ago, inspired by guru tattwa, the principle called guru
How can I not kneel?
Become like the heart
of a smooth, gentle bloodstone.
Nestled softly, willingly
at the foot of of a great oak
Listening to the silent pulse
of the deep tap root.
Megan Watson written a few years ago, inspired by guru tattwa, guru principle
Nevermind the tempest my Beloved.
Let the fierce wind cleanse as I push through
With all the muscle, determination and grace
That can be imbibed and mustered.
Feeling my roots firmly, deeply.
And you, You, my King
Deep, still and Oceanic
As a child I opened my eyes against the salinity
The Ocean felt like my home – I felt fearless against the tide and current
And I offer little white flowers at your feet, your finger-tips
This “I” that is yours and has ever been reaching for the sun.