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