Wednesday, August 21, 2013

once in the garden of
a stir
i stare
attentively i listen to
the murmur of the
water
follow every ripple
and wait till the water
settles again
as transparent
gossamer
of my own dream

time is lost in the
stillness
and i feel like a god
not needing
any worshiper.

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