In a meadow of wildflowers she dances,
Graceful and free, her spirit entrances.
Mary, a girl with eyes like the sky,
Her laughter was like a gentle lullaby.
She twirls and spins in the golden sunlight,
A vision of beauty, a pure delight.
Her heart is kind, her soul is pure,
In her presence, all troubles disappear.
......
“Do you remember,”
the oak sighed,
“the day the storm raged,
and I bent, but did not break?”
The slender birch swayed,
her bark shimmering,
“I danced with the wind,
a wild ballet,
while you stood firm,
......
SAT NAM : I AM
I am rose in sunlight breathing
Buddha in middle of balm bathing
beckoning Heart leavening lively
I am a loop in Love, cathedral of pure
passion where two beanpoles
dance dare devils deafening
......
The sun is sinking yet climbing and maneuvering through the trees, the branches, the leaves, the buildings, the windows, the smog, and the streaks on the window to reach you and touch you and your head. Its like it wants to give all of its love to you no matter where you are.
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I’ve lived my life by a window.
One whose shades are forever drawn.
Sunlight sleeps behind the blanket of cardboard and cotton.
To remind me of places that I might have gone.
Water is cool to the touch.
A welcome respite from the sweltering heat of expectation.
But you know you could drown if you swim too long or too much.
I stir myself to stand, to reach out for fresh air.
......
The sun is sinking yet climbing and maneuvering through the trees, the branches, the leaves, the buildings, the windows, the smog, and the streaks on the window to reach you and touch you and your head. Its like it wants to give all of its love to you no matter where you are.
Continue reading
SAT NAM : I AM
I am rose in sunlight breathing
Buddha in middle of balm bathing
beckoning Heart leavening lively
I am a loop in Love, cathedral of pure
passion where two beanpoles
dance dare devils deafening
......
In a meadow of wildflowers she dances,
Graceful and free, her spirit entrances.
Mary, a girl with eyes like the sky,
Her laughter was like a gentle lullaby.
She twirls and spins in the golden sunlight,
A vision of beauty, a pure delight.
Her heart is kind, her soul is pure,
In her presence, all troubles disappear.
......
“Do you remember,”
the oak sighed,
“the day the storm raged,
and I bent, but did not break?”
The slender birch swayed,
her bark shimmering,
“I danced with the wind,
a wild ballet,
while you stood firm,
......
I’ve lived my life by a window.
One whose shades are forever drawn.
Sunlight sleeps behind the blanket of cardboard and cotton.
To remind me of places that I might have gone.
Water is cool to the touch.
A welcome respite from the sweltering heat of expectation.
But you know you could drown if you swim too long or too much.
I stir myself to stand, to reach out for fresh air.
......