What it is…

Listening to lyrics,
Crushed to the extent
of words that represent
the best of everything
in a child’s eyes,
things unchanged
by wishes and dreams
or escapes of a paradise found,
’cause listening don’t change a single thing
except hearing answers from someone
who slipped in the cracks long before
you came along….
and I see the faces gone
lost in that sullen place
where I visit often
for it is there they teach me
the lessons not quite complete
as they slipped away,
they talk to me
in dreams
where I don’t wish to awaken from
for there are things there
like webs of strings,
following to find
answers I’ve searched for
since a single cell joined,
the music finds me
on the corner of a Southbound lane
there is an answer there…
in the silence of a brick graffiti wall
I find my way
turn round to the shadows eclipsed
by a touch of grey.

Falling sighs

Stones gather in pockets below
the quiet trickle of water falling
peace comes to the room of blue
universal bliss ensues,
falling water lulling the senses.

Too long left silent
the sound of a thousand sighs
slips down tapered stone and brass
leaving a languid space
welcoming to the peaceful mind.

Complete on bamboo base
round like circles cascading life
move the mind to drifting ripples
and the solitude of the I am
comes alive once more.

I found a table for my home fountain today, perfect for the blue room. I cleaned it out, added some water and plugged it in and now I am in meditationville once again. Ah the simple joys of life ❤ Namaste, K