Sri Anandamayi Ma

Meditation,
not like a dream,
but a gentle way
you hold yourself

So many people
forget to be loved,
to be love

There are smooth
tender ways
to move through the
mountain high hills

The fog lifts
stage curtains

Swept back
from theater,
into the life

© Angela Bigler

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