Write lines upon my heart
in pure white light
and I will read them
Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity
Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion
Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity
Touch the tender pool
of infinite white light
Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion
Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity
Meet me in the air space
between your thoughts
For this is holy ground
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
I've wondered why the skies were blue,
The clouds, they're gray and lacking hue,
The trees are frayed, their leaves turn true,
The rivers lay bare and spilling few,
This, they whisper the answers to:
They're missing you.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
Rent today, own tomorrow,
A world of excess and material sorrow,
One likely to accumulate, what we call best,
Another will depreciate at their own behest,
Peaks arise from man's own wallet,
Enslaving children in far away squalor,
To keep her entertained, we need not bother,
The mother earth in her glorious colour,
Defined by time in it's infinite heap,
We reap what we sew, and so we reap.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC