New Spring Leaves In A Midsummer’s Bowl
Lost is my mind & quiet is my soul,
New spring leaves in a midsummer’s bowl.
An endless river becomes my mirror
Treasures of life & death here simmer.
The play of this world & after I see
It’s within & outside ….all coming from me.
Lost is my mind & quiet is my soul,
New spring leaves in a midsummer’s bowl.
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From the Kingdom of Wiseldom - A seeker of the truth, a follower of the Path...Lost in a trance, doing a merry dance... The Wiseldress, wanders hither & thither into your Heart!
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- Bangalore, Karnataka, India
- A seeker on the path, I have wandered far & wide. The time has come for me at last To tell the world that I have arrived !
7 comments:
Wow said my mind, not bad said my soul,
The bud seems to be blossoming, like a rose on a knoll.
Good work sis!
--Ruhi
Very Funny Ruhi...
...I can just imagine you rolling with laughter as you read my poem...
...But the fact that you thought it was worth checking out my blog & making a comment...Means a world to Me...Thnx.
--Chill Out Sis !
Luv ... Saba
V-Day is soon here. Yikes.... want to go out w me?
I dont have much of a choice ...Do I???
Lets get a couple of others to join us...what sayz u?
jeez ladies ....
the Afgani is still waiting and will be in Bengaluruu next week, and am sure he has other Afgani friends....
let me know ms latha and Saba...
The more the merrier...ask him to get in touch if he is interested.
What do u say latha....r u game?
i am not sure he is capable of handling 2 "enlightened women" but i will let him know
haha be well
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