SOFTNESS
I meditate
Seated on the soft recliner
Waiting for
Internal songs
But thoughts race
As I have the mind of a worker,
But finally,
Letting go,
I step into open air
And watch silence
Battle random thoughts
Like the clashing
Of rocks.
I am an aspiring singer
As I internally chant
Feeling like flowers
Or guitars.
Outside, thoughts escape
But cannot disturb
My inner peace.
They are like a
Fake cemetery
Or old fruit,
But, inside
I am
Softness.
a thought in random silence
steps into open air
internal songs like flowers
and inner peace flow there
i work my mind in ernest
and face each battle brave
i fight against the master
i fight against the slave
--- On Mon, 7/21/08, Rick Davis <rick03ds@yahoo.com> wrote:
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