Monday, November 14, 2011

Yet Untitled

Like red rose petals
Scattered across oceans blue
Hints of saffron peeking
One with the wind, one with you

Love, peace, and kindness
Compassion above all
My singing bowl mute
Until I stopped trying

 First a whisper
Vibrations from nowhere
Swelling to a crescendo
Each grain of colored sand

The coming together
A mandala of pure intentions


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