Saturday, July 17, 2010

where I belong - a poem

whispering softly
the sounds of the window
the graceful white noise
that permeates
forget the business
to get to the real issue
heartfelt ambition
torn with the idea of fatal stillness
absolutely no hole in the universe
we are still here
coincidences abound
the sound is clear
faintly i hear it
back to my center
believing and praying
but something else
daily practice it calls
a curious call
faint as it is
I shall come to you
and get back to my center
where i belong