I
am a lotus, you are a lotus, Jesus a lotus, the Guru a lotus, the
dearest golden poodle a lotus, all floating on one still pond of
solitude, equally radiant, inseparable, entangled, with pale green stems
undulating from the same luscious mud.
I never hear the
breeze whisper, "This one is the Master, that one is the Savior." I just
hear a breath rippling over the waters, singing over the pond, "How
beautiful you are! And you! This one has blossomed, that one is next!
How beautiful!"
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