the meditative mood
a breath to refresh
a breath to cleanse
exhale….
hurt
ache
& pain
reclaim
existence
finding creation
your own universe…………………
(the completed work in book #3)
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
he called out
he called out
no one heard
no one
came to the disturbance
searching the fields
wading through waters
waiting impatiently
no answers were found
compounding his misery
the sun set
the moon rose
and he stood
as time slipped away
and died
at
Reminds me why I have to get back to my practice….love the piece, love the peace.
Namaste my friend,
D.