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Emerging Beloved

By Taoli-Ambika Talwar

So your words drip like paint
on us all: body mind spirit—
We colored with lenses
of ideologies destroy precious…

Yet truth's inner bower flowers
quietly—of sweet innocence...
tho' caught in their own
dance with honey bees, wild

herds moving to survive, flowers are
crushed in the mad rush. We aware
build gardens to delight our
sacred threads. Make rivers.

Wonder when we can become
that which we cherish, hold
precious, live the longing we
long for: each note wrapped

in divine song—changing
dross to light when truth emerges
like the great empty wherein
we are that: wholly becoming…
The Beloved you are: I Am!