All Is Well

PranaBeats's picture

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I found some objects in my pocket, unsure of their utility.
A cushion under a tree for a cloud over the sea.

He knew that I should have the rope, the pot and the bag

So I untied myself from the beings, cooked a meal for all and packed my mind.

He was me before I was born. I discovered him yesterday. Now I know that he could see the future, he chose my life and gave me all the tools to trust each moment as a challenge to remember him.

I can live.


Sud Ram

Cliffhanger's picture


this is a lovely poem. thank you for sharing

Cliffhanger | Mon, 08/23/2010 - 16:39