Sunday, March 29, 2009

Entry for 30 September 2006

A cosmos sailed on breezeahead

a warm rectangle of winter sun with shadow window bars lies across brown earth.

There is a distant patter of a child's feet wandering, stumbling hiding his tiny feet in sand, now time has stooped down to gaze.

A mansarovar of stilled breth

fragrances of past lives

When the soul opened, light-lighter the moment became, drawn to where no word survives-Like a cosmos on a breeze.

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