Art of 4 elements Poems
I heard his voice and cried
om ah mi de wa Christians
Tears of Silence
familiar sound of enlightenment
took me into the after-death experience
moon strolling through the starless night
leaving traces of blood that can not be seen
by naked eye
the ashes at the bottom of Ganga
of millions of burned bodies
and their souls trapped within the Leafs' cuticles
that re-generate every spring
visible only to the forest spirits
1 comment:
Beautiful. I especially enjoy the last few lines..."their souls trapped within the leafs' cuticles that regenerate every spring..."
om mani padme hum
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