July Clover

The wondering flowers looked up to see
Who had offered the worm a home:
‘T was a clover-blossom, whose fluttering leaves
Seemed beckoning him to come;
It dwelt in a sunny little nook,
Where cool winds rustled by,
And murmuring bees and butterflies came,
On the flower’s breast to lie.

–– Louisa May Alcott

As Adam (50)

“The mystery behind all form is at last named in a formula so convincing, so appealing, so satisfying, that distinction ceases; we forget that even this is not final, that beyond the expression, and apart from it, lies the whole immensity.” – The Vision of Siva

As Adam (48)

“When the yogi arises from the darkness, a vision like the clear sky of dawn will emerge, which is neither exactly like the color or shape of the sky, nor like the sunlight, moonlight, or darkness. This stage is called the “Universal Voidness.” He should try to absorb himself in this great voidness as long as possible.” – The Yoga of the Light