The Cracks in a thick Old Wall
Still, Standing Straight
Standing Tall
Holding the Life of Joy
And Sense of Wonder
In the tiny branches of a
Lively Plant
They seem alone but are Together
There is no Memories
But only the Presence
Since they have forgotten
For how long,
They have been There...
As if
Time passes
like the strokes of breeze
And they will be there
For the moments of Infinity...
Still, Tall
To Breathe and BE!
The Chest of the Wall is like of Christ
The Crack has the Lore of mighty
Cross...
That One has to bear
Until it's free into eternity
Yet One that holds another
With more power and strength
With more warmth and more acceptance
Holding each other in the moment
Like granules of sand
Come together
to make the mystery of the desert
Nothing is unworthy and nothing is permanent
Not even the thrones of god's
Or state of Yogis
They just Carry their cracks
Everytime with more grace
With more Forgiveness
They get lost and flow
Just in the process
Tiny plant becomes the tree
And it's Roots now hold the Wall
And Together they go Beyond...
They go Beyond...
Like a Magician's Fierce Heart
embedded in the head of a Fool,
Wandering Soulof a Hermit...
But a Still Mind of a Profound Bodhi
And Their Spirit is the Home of Essence
From which they become the
Gods of Elements
Laughing at themselves as if it's all
A big Joke...
Nothing else is True
But that the Only and Only
The Zero...
For Once and for all...
Standing Still
Standing Tall
Within the One Drop
That Carry their essence
With River and Air
Together on a Mountain Top
To Keep the Cycle going On
To Born
To Breathe
To Be
And to be
Free!!!!
-Saumya Wafa0
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