ommmmmmmmmmmmm…
chanting to the echoes
of dewdrops in a teacup
lips invoke
the ancient songs
of life
where petals fall
into the pond—
a blossom
opens up and shares
its secrets
between what is
and the great beyond
an ocean
in a seashell
pounds the shore
one moment and no more
to spend inside eternity
to leave behind
what’s never been
and seek what’s meant to be
…shanti
Atlas Poetica 34
