The Ramblings and Simple Thoughts of Ahimsananda

Here you will find the Short Writings of Ahimsananda.
These Ramblings are short Prose and Poetry on the Non-Dual Life.

Tears ? , because these are writings from the Heart.


Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Ink Flows Freely

The ink in the pen,

like all perceived,

is Love itself.

With words,

either drawn

upon the brain,

or laid to paper,

I lose the very image

given on a cloud.

Clear in heart

but vague

in consciousness,

tears of recognition

run down the cheek.

Oh, that I could

hand it to you

like a ripened plum.

Perhaps you might

seek the tree

to which I point.

Finding the Fruit

is your affair.

Consuming it's essence

is silent, singular.

Perhaps the

tree of life

to which I point,

will expose it's fruit

and you will be

consumed in the consuming.

I can give only

the Love that flows

from the pen.

pointing where it may.

Given by Love itself,

the ink flows freely.

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