Three Short Poems from Satsang
There is a moment
when the wine
reveals its formless self
its intoxicating nature
*
The jewel
is always wrapped
in the dark velvet
of not knowing.
*
Love
is a magician.
Everything it touches
turns into
itself.
......... Pamela Wilson
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