a new friend

February 16, 2006

my journey to self took a circuitous path
through the eye of a tiger lily
through the breath of a robin
in the fluttering of the wings of the moth
and the song of the bullfrog in the pond
reflected in the beauty of a child
felt in the heart of a woman's love
i sought to wake up
and then i fell asleep
and found the answer to all
in the reflection of the pool
the pool of flowing waters
fountain of creation
in the instant of stillness
when i touched the soul of a new friend

Type: Poetry

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