When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Transformation

Sking through miles of royal pines crowned with snow      
Giant pillers of the gateway
enveloping me as I pass beneath there vernal branches.
I am lost here , joyfully lost ,
until I disapear . . .
and become
one of them .


M'Larky

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