The little me
sleeps and schemes
projecting illusive
dreams,
dancing with maya
and avoiding the fire
that could wipe it's karma
clean.
And the soul sits
in prayerful pose
waiting to be
seen,
smiling gently
at sleeping me
seduced by how
it seems.
6 comments:
beautiful poem... subtle and soft as a prayer...
your blog is great... i'll surely stop back another day for a look-see again.
I like the music, your blog and the way that you write.... Great blog. I connected to you through Shadow's blog.
The dancing, fire and karma part of this was very interesting to read.
Best regards,
Tom Bailey
Jon - thank you so much! I look forward to hearing from you again and checking out your blog. :-)
Tom - Thank you! I've been feeling a little uninspired lately... need to get writing again!
This is great :-)
Hi sleeping you:)
This is beautiful.
i recently did go in to a certain fire, it wiped me.
For now i just rest in a bed roses, beautiful poetry like this.
Thank you.
Lisa - thank you!
Annie and Katrin - roses are good too. Just watch out for those thorns beautiful. :-)
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