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

Friday, October 14, 2011


Holding the body in palms
Like a drop of water
Ready to evaporate
Into nothingness

Cherished with warmth
Touching the skin
Calm settling in
Deep in the core

Fingers dancing
Over black n white
Tones flying wild
In all directions

Sliding into vibrations
Energy travels fast
Everything including
To spring into void

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