Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

To you, with love


To you
With love
And with
Lots of blessings
From heavens
Above
That you can
Rise up
With the
First light
And
Catch the
Dancing fireflies.
That smiles
Greet
You every day
And
Hope
Too
Finds its way
That you
Can look at lovely scenes
And then
Close your
Eyes to dream
That
You can
Tend the
Blossoming flowers
And
Reach out
For the stars
That you
Can live
And love
To you
For your spirit
And strife
To stay alive
To you
With lots
Of love
For every
Single breath.



4 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.