In POETRY by Harrison Rappaport1 Comment

I have worn ten thousand faces,
many more limbs than that;

known the tender
care of ten
thousand mothers

and the agony
of giving birth.

I have fallen in battle,
sung by the Ganges,
made love to kings.

I have taken tea with angels
and died quietly in caves.

These bodies,
wrapped like robes,
cloak what does not change.

Our glory is not our own.

Only one brightness blazes
behind the curtain —
shimmering into multiplicity,
playing at form.

I, you, they,
never anything
but this brightness,

at all.

I have worn ten thousand faces,
and in my heart only God.

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Harrison Rappaport

Harrison Rappaport

Healer, bodyworker, writer, dharma practitioner, musician. Harrison Rappaport offers meditation instruction as well as healing work, blending movement and touch with traditional Buddhist wisdom. He intends to live as an expression of vibrant wholeness and awakening, brightening up the world as much as he can. Harrison’s website .

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    Thought provoking

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