Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...
Stillness, akin to time immemorial,
A character of the past, a deplorable...
After years of traveling together
witnessing and battling...
I think
that fostering a sense...
Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...
wrapped around your little finger.....
You're groomed like a cigarette...
TORN;
Apart, apart...
I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...
Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...
Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...
My true love was always afraid of heights
At first refused to soar above the land...
Rabbit Hole:
Absolutely, nothing new...