The space in between

  It is always the subtle, the dense, and what is in between. The poet's wisdom uses words or It's the wave of a stranger's hand. The sensation on my skin and how the atmosphere embraces me. The moments of ease are the contents within the vessel of struggle. and I find my self again and again, and again becomes the mantra, the breath, the tides.... Deep in this still lake there is a tender seedling of a girl sleeping within the bud of a flower.

 

It is always the subtle, the dense, and what is in between.

The poet's wisdom uses words or It's the wave of a stranger's hand.

The sensation on my skin and how the atmosphere embraces me.

The moments of ease are the contents within the vessel of struggle.

and I find my self again and again, and again becomes the mantra, the breath, the tides....

Deep in this still lake there is a tender seedling of a girl sleeping within the bud of a flower.

Posted on August 26, 2013 and filed under BLOG.