Presenting the present*
Stuck with foot in the mud
Striving, pumping hearts blood
Well rooted has not been seen
Warning of the future to be seen
Realization that on must stay
It is called the present on its way
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Beauty of paradise*
Beauty of paradise* Tucked deep in the valley, a little village stands Only few inhabitants on a short piece of land But it is the fall and...
In a free flight
ReplyDeleteMud is not seen
Future does not mean.
Your feet are your roots
You fly with them
In what you call Zen.
Present stays behind
For what's gone we don't mind,
We just fly.
Nice poem...yes I see there is no more present as that is just as dead as the illusion that put it there...just Source only...enjoy as well my Dearest Shiamala(+)
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