Guest guest Report post Posted January 3, 1999 Ice Tree Frozen light silvers on black lines, Yes, this ice is on fire! Steam smokes the tree's air, Saying, "Here!" A distant sun burns time. The satsangh bell rings anew. First, hear it unto silence return. If, for the eternal you yearn, Ice on fire is one view. ____________________ Written for Harsha, on the inaugaration of his Satsangh list, recalling with great joy his words: "The ice melts when it is time." Gloria Lee 1/3/99 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
