Listen to the soft rain fall,
catch hope in hand,
when the streams of the world,
keep on passing by,
in the hours of dreaming,
breathe and inhale.
Follow the snails path,
and the trail of birds,
shifting sands, long winding roads,
beyond implosions that explode,
in satori breathe,
mind is empty and free.
In the presence of moments stillness,
we can be shores of touch and belief,
elements drifting, particles shining,
following immediacies destination,
towards rivers long, journeys unknown,
spirits of the age, keep on turning,
in the ebb and flow of life.
Good dave.. Thank you.. There are places beyond our universe and our understanding... X
ReplyDeleteLovely Dave...Reminds me of one of mine... Hearing Things
ReplyDeletehearing things
leaves falling
like speech
sudden turning
bleaching meaning from the grind
from behind
you hear your soul call
this walking
stalking lilacs
and the wet hair of late summer
does not fit
with the forward
back
the lack
of anything to go by
and the peace of parts
rules you
seduces you
until
in desperation
the inner shakes you out
snakes the moment through your skin
to begin
thank you kindly for your poem.
ReplyDelete