Beneath The Pain
The quiet Buddha,
Finds a silent space,
The mystery was the harshness of a sudden storm that has died.
The trodden on soul,
Similarly finds this genuine solitary place.
Where the flower scents reign.
In this peaceful place,
My heart beats to this different drum,
Where my strength unites with joyful aim.
Where others know not of the pain that waits to heal,
This is my soul with grace.
Where the significance of my life becomes a ray of sunshine light.
This space is mine.
With smiles, and eyes that light.
This I is as I am.
My heart, my mind and soul join in a spectral dance.