I came upon this

Beautiful Lilie! And I could not resist going to look for yet another beauty.

Love, Margherita
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I’m open to love
my heart invites you to dance
come share my delight


senryu by Margherita

Dear Margherita....

Yes it is hard to resist..
have become interested also in the stalks..



With Love,

Lilie

Dear Lilie and Margherita
These images are very beautiful;
They are touched by the inner flower of the heart

O my friends,
What can you tell me of Love,
Whose pathways are filled with strangeness?
When you offer the Great One your love,
At the first step your body is crushed.
Next be ready to offer your head as his seat.
Be ready to orbit his lamp like a moth giving in to the light,
To live in the deer as she runs toward the hunter's call,
In the partridge that swallows hot coals for love of the moon,
In the fish that, kept from the sea, happily dies.
Like a bee trapped for life in the closing of the sweet flower,
Mira has offered herself to her Lord.
She says, the single Lotus will swallow you whole.

Mirabai

The Lotus-Flower


All the heights of the high shores gleam
Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;

A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold
His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.

Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire,
And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire
To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.

Men meet its beauty with furrowed face,
And straight the furrows are smoothed away;
They buy and sell in the market-place,
And languor leadens their blood all day.

At night they look on the flower, and lo!
The City passes with all its cares:
They dream no more in its azure glow,
Of gold and silver and stocks and shares.

The Lotus dreams 'neath the dreaming skies,
Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town, till the old town lies
Like one half-drunk with a magic wine.

Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour
A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
Though flowers be fair -- is there any flower
Like this blue flower of the radiant South?

Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields
A challenge-glory or glow serene,
And men bethink them of jewelled shields,
A turquoise lighting a ground of green.

Fond lovers pacing beside it see
Not death and darkness, but life and light,
And dream no dream of the witchery
The Lotus sheds on the silent night.

Pale watchers weary of watching stars
That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars,
They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall.

The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons,
Its beauty summons the artist mood;
And thus, perchance, in a thousand moons
Its spell shall work in our waiting blood.

Then souls shall shine with an old-time grace,
And sense be wrapped in a golden trance,
And art be crowned in the market-place
With Love and Beauty and fair Romance.

Roderic Quinn

Australia (1867-1949)

Thank you for bringing back this lovely thread.
I enjoy the images and the poetry.

Sincerely,
Gisele

LOTUS


You are like the doe's eyes,
And like my dame love's eyes,
Floating on water, with honeybees,
Singinging to you for honey,
With shyness and closed,
You were botn out of womb,
Of your mother, looking always
Ate sky, dreaming of your love
to come and caress, like
The soft liitle waves fondling
Your body so supine,
Enjoying the breeze, bathing
You with cool air, and listening
To the jazzy croaks of
The little frog sitting on your
Mother's leaves in laziness,
You living a short, but beautiful
Life to enhance the colors of the pond.


Ravikiran Arakkal.

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Thank you for bringing back this thread.



Behold what wonderful rest is in the Supreme Spirit! and he enjoys it, who makes himself meet for it.
Held by the cords of love, the swing of the Ocean of Joy sways to and fro; and a mighty sound breaks forth in song.
See what a lotus blooms there without water! and Kabir says
"My heart's bee drinks its nectar."
What a wonderful lotus it is, that blooms at the heart of the spinning wheel of the universe! Only a few pure souls know of its true delight.
Music is all around it, and there the heart partakes of the joy of the Infinite Sea.
Kabir says: "Dive thou into that Ocean of sweetness: thus let all errors of life and of death flee away."

Kabir



Monet