We move in stages
smooth like stone worn by the hands of time,
colors blended to become a whole
perfection found in corridors.
We open our thoughts to places in dreams,
walking silently as we listen to the wind,
whispered history of centuries passed
while we feel the energy flow
from the ground to our soul.
In and out of sleep and dreaming
I know these places from lifetimes ago,
hands smooth the surface of images found
balancing the mind in the context of this time.
Who do we become when we step knowingly
the rabbit run of mazes and mystery,
rushing to the party for a last cup of tea,
that stained these walls with their leaves and scent
waiting for rain to brighten the hue
as the dryness becomes
a part of the daily life
and these mountains carved know the secrets
told by the seer before time began,
we become transfixed listening
for that heartbeat of the universe.
🙂
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Thanks Derrick,
Not as cute as burros though😊
Some days I feel timeless,
Others, not so very much😊💕
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Thanks Betty, I’m so glad and glad I could touch you in some way😊💕🙏🏻
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Thanks Super E,
Sometimes so simple yet so hard….
Etched daily and weathered so finely😊💕🙏🏻🌺💐🌸
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Yes sir, in a nutshell😊
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Perfectly timeless
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Beautifully written! I really love this.
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Moving through the corridor that has become my life etched in stone….worn, smoothed and rounded off…..💜
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the secrets told by the seer before time began
That’s the whole thing. Isn’t it.
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Thanks so much Shreya😊
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Great read. Written perfectly. 😊
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