How I was clothed with all
the pristine simplicity!
Though a work of art
by Michelangelo’s, even a
saintly image by Leonardo
Da Vince’s masterpieces,
devoid of those touches
we have always been unique,
transparent in magnificence!

You and I have been painted,
depicted on canvass, in oils,
chalks, pencils, but all grease
was all there ever was of us, for
beneath is the real beauty that
we always had been in the
beginning.

Just as life did to us since we
had come into being in this
world–most strange to all we had
ever known yet live we must to
fulfill a grand scheme and a dream,
not alone but yours and mine together.

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In you I behold the divine.
In stillness, in the quietude of
your dreams and of your hours
before wakefulness, there shall
I see mirror images of mine of you.

Truth is, the moss we gather in
this world masks our god image,
that is without form but of wordless
wonder and unimagined beauty!

Namaste, in meditation or after, is an eastern greeting, with the palms of the hands together, resting on the heart center, whispering or visualizing the following verse:

*”I honour the place within you
where the universe resides.
In love, in truth, in peace.
I honour the place within you,
For if you are in that place in you,
And I am in that place in me,
There is only one of us.”