A PoemPosted: June 19, 2012
The wind, a dancer nothing can resist.
A play of light and shadow.
Sound bites mingle and persist.
An endless meadow.
Touching the earth it touches you back.
Mother of all in the heavens.
The scent of a million years in one speck.
United in the realms of all seven’s.
Within no beginning and no end there is a space.
What else would you ever need than this?
I urge you to escape your mind’s craze.
And come home to your natural bliss.