lotus Bren dec 6 2012

The reflection so clear I lose myself

Traveling on the wind of anticipation

The clothes on my back my only wealth

Searching for an exhilarating sensation

lost in the myriad of the mind’s desire

found only in sweet moments of stillness

moved only by the all consuming fire

that pushes me in the direction of bliss

The inner space, that inner seed

Tender and soft yet stronger then oak

It is the source from which my soul feeds

found only beneath hidden layers of cloak

Sitting so still like a lily upon a pond

reflective, present capturing the light

rooting where found a space quite fond

Like my heart beholds, unfolds insight.