The cosmic Field of Light knows no boundaries.
At the spring a water jug, on the river a canoe;
in the ocean a galaxy, in the galaxy a spring again.
This is home. Great Respect.
We are musical notes and fractally nested orchestras,
nodes and exquisitely woven melodic fields.
O Friend, a thousand times you went back to the old temple:
today, quit being wavelet and enter being Source,
immensely, endlessly, passionately.
Holding hands with yourself and weaving the universe,
you create the lovers and all the love affairs.
Inside outside, the same Love Dance,
the same Radiance.
Images © 2007 by Aya