Shan comes like still surrender of spring turning round the clock in sentient being.... eyes like stars- beacons of brightness into light substance that deepens expands to level united in dimension.
Shan moves like lightning the hunter of old ways and guardian of wastelands rich and arid. Paws run like thunder rolling on to distant skies. Birds retreat as ground becomes dust.
Shan rests like a tide between ebb and flow- choiceless awareness where freedom is every point in spheres and unity intermingles instinct. Watchful sense sleeps like burning embers.
Last Edit: Nov 18, 2018 10:55:51 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers