Things We Like, Things We Do
We Came From The Sea
A Souls Wish
In bank of memory- riches dwell.
No greater power than that to forget, to be still amid storm. No greater gift than to let go. None greater.
The fire that burnt my soul, the winds that blows my thoughts and strip me bare, stroll again and awaken me.
25 Jun 2015 07:30
this poet writes from a sacred place thanks namaste