Shanti Lin Rose

Oh, Great Golden

Oh, Great Golden  .  .  .

  (light of all origin,

 glow of all essence)

Grant us quiet tongues

Silent as lost whispers.

Still mind fuss,

 And release us

Soft as smoke from an incense ancient.

Wave float forever

    on a summer’s day .  .  .


    we believe,

Tickled close by clouds.

What can we say of that which creates:

Center, Soul

And fuses fast

All Heart to all Mind

And releases

 (in an instant)

                       dusty moths


                                                     dark jars.

Shanti Lin Rose