Again I am walking to my favorite spot.
An open gorge that has eaten peoples pain for centuries.
I sit and pick a forget-me-not
And remind myself that today, I am not here for my agonies.
I am here today for meditation,
I am here today for thought.
I see the universes beautiful creation
And find what my soul besought.
A water fall
And smoothly cut rock.
This gorge; a big bowl with walls.
It's beauty hits at my heart with a knock.
Right now
I will be happy.
Right now
I will be calm.
And from my soul I'll pull my thoughts
Where they will perish
Into mother nature's earthen ***
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Again I am walking to my favorite spot.
An open gorge that has eaten peoples pain for centuries.
I sit and pick a forget-me-not
And remind myself that today, I am not here for my agonies.
I am here today for meditation,
I am here today for thought.
I see the universes beautiful creation
And find what my soul besought.
A water fall
And smoothly cut rock.
This gorge; a big bowl with walls.
It's beauty hits at my heart with a knock.
Right now
I will be happy.
Right now
I will be calm.
And from my soul I'll pull my thoughts
Where they will perish
Into mother nature's earthen ***
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