Pamela Wilson

Pamela Wilson travels widely giving satsang, and lives in Tesuque, New Mexico.

Firefly

Firefly at the window.
When light sees light
Who remains?


The Hut

Rain falls
on the roof
of the hut.

Since no one is here
the Heart
drinks the water.


Three Short Poems from Satsang

There is a moment
when the wine
reveals its formless self
its intoxicating nature

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The jewel
is always wrapped
in the dark velvet
of not knowing.

      *

Love
is a magician.
Everything it touches
turns into
itself.


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