The object of my drive
listening to stillness of silence
one thought races the other
its winter that brings down leaves to ground
its wave that nourishes the shore
its failure that open eyes of your mind
its contemplation that gets you the essence of past
a seed from somewhere else, but thought grows to be your own
well its existence that gets you this journey
one thought races the other
its winter that brings down leaves to ground
its wave that nourishes the shore
its failure that open eyes of your mind
its contemplation that gets you the essence of past
a seed from somewhere else, but thought grows to be your own
well its existence that gets you this journey
posted by prasad at 12:27 AM
4 Comments:
Namaste Prasad!!
Hey I really enjoyed this last one.. I tell you more, when we get a change to talk!
loved it loved it loved it
delbar
Hmm now thts wot i call less "abstract"..I'm getting into the flow now... ABSTRACT
Congrat. on the new style of your blog, very nice, although the dark color is mysterious, I kindda see you as a happy person!
yes, perfect!
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