A Poem by Dillon Ross

Wherever I am I need not a map for I am right where I ought to be Either on my way Or lost at sea I am whole As I float down a stream And even as I fall From pillars of water pouring tall I know I will land where I should be The map of my life Is the map of the...

First Light

by Russell Atkinson  The spirit of life itself, you come with each new day’s rebirth, gentler than snow flakes drifting, silent as smoke, slower than the glacier creeps, inevitable as gravity or moments, you seep at each new day’s birth into my slow...

The Great Silence

by Edith D. Tipple The Great Silence calls where no more is heard the cry of a whippoorwill, the gentle breeze through meadow grass, or seen the sparkling mountain  brook. Dissolved in the cliff of time, all outward doors forever locked – sight, sound, touch, taste,...

Broken Pot

Broken pot, shattered on the ground. Longing water runs to loving Source. —DHARMADAS (JON MONDAY)   Dharmadas (Jon Monday) and his wife Urvasi (Anna) have been members of the Vedanta Society of Southern California for over 40 years. He is retired from the Music...

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