One so graceful
Should not need high words
Of invocation;
I hear you say,
I hear you pray,
This solitude
Is all.
Not held within a word
or a single name contains,
nor a thousand worlds
could know you whole;
because within each one is you.
ultimate and aware,
we are the roots in your soil.
but you bliss
in the fruit
of our souls.
feel as I feel
in the moments I share,
openly I give this life to you.
see my broken soul
as a seed ready to grow;
let our work
be a truth
in your world.
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nice poetry mate! want to see more if you get time post some to the group as I’m on there more often.