A kind wind blew
as sleep surrendered to dreams,
the ringing of tiny metal fragments
filled their music tones
for the world
to hear.
Calmness of spirit stills
as the visions carry peace,
and you are everywhere still
like a solemn song moving through,
as the wind moves
I breathe the air you hold
like running water
cupped in hands
overflowing.
In this moment I linger
at one with All
in your presence I am Love
vibrating outward,
blessed with a gift of being
everywhere and nowhere,
I am the I am
and one with creator.
Thoughts on the passing of Thich Nhat Hanh… A gift to the world whose words and intention stir within us still. 🕉
Peace, Love and Patchouli 