04.30 in the early hours, Looking at flowers Which Two days ago We’re Closed Bud like Coy Like myself When a young boy. Now open Gentle bright Even in this Insomniac’s Middle of night. Being aware Is being Awake And being awake Is having awareness That you do not regret Past Mistakes. In this strangely […]We are Sublime.
Please pop over and enjoy this wonderful poem shared by blogging friend, Gray Summers. I’d recommend reading on his website to get the formatting right. I’m sure you’ll enjoy his work here as much as I did.