Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Contemplative Poem

Depth seem shallow
Breath gone long
Utterly misplaced
Behind the sun.

Focus sqeezing through
The dried eye balls
Crying upwards
Its raining down

Silence in non-motion
Fluttering butterfly
Leaving a powdery trace
A thin yellow line

Stopping clouds
Freezing time
Just a breath
The train goes on

Nothing lasts
This train goes wild
Butterfly life
Is bond to pass

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