Sunday, October 26, 2025

Evening is slowly here, melting*

 Evening is slowly here, melting*


I hear the chirp of little birds

It came from silence and not a word

This evening came as such a delight

The moon still a distance off with its light

I will sit hear with Soul and nothing felt

I will blend in with Consciousness as I melt


Dom*Colucci 2011

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