I have never seen a lotus
rising from the mud
nor smelled the fragrance
of its perfect bloom
but I have felt your presence
in the silence of the night
reaching down to raise me
from the tomb
A wonderful hymn in praise of God.
Who knows whether he has lotus feet and whether He rose out of mud. Who knows whether she smells like the lotus or like cow dung.
No one can describe with any claim to certainty his attributes.
We only describe our limited experience and then set it to music and dance in celebration.
You do it so beautifully. May be God works through you.
lots of love
Ganoba
"A sacred language, is one which guides us to our own true nature, and
every time we derail ourselves, reminds us in some way that we're
missing out on its real nourishment."
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