HOLDING THE ESSENCE
Days come and go
Seem to slip on by with
a movement of their own
Bring sadness and sorrow
or happiness and joy
each moment special and unique
as they never fail to touch
that sensitive part we keep
for us alone.
With a lovers eyes
I close mine
and then hear
the song of the wind
whisper her mystical
chants
and swayed to trance
I see more than I have
ever seen before
through the mind’s eye.
A blade of grass dances
with simplistic moves
but, invitingly.
Enough for me to see
the light and then to fathom
it’s holding our essence
The very essence of
Pure life.
~**~
© Daydreamer Too
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If you have time and are interested enough, please read my post before this one entitled, Zen.
