Circling in my breast ...
to starlit prophecy,
and ancient songs,
songs of Wise Men seeking
leaf whispers among
silk ponds;
They arrive at crossroads
Then wait -- for what?
The Autumn rejoices! For
train tracks, reverberations
in the reeds; in the breeze
Alpha and Omega as
one Soul at no one command;
leaf-sea, leaf-clouds,
carry me home.
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
