Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Sadness

There is a sadness to the days,

a dance of grief and dreams,
of image drawn and lost again;
with nothing as it seems.
Where all is sure connected,
each atom drawn to know,
the truth of pure existence;
in you, in me.. the world.
How can there be a distance,
between my heart and yours,
a sense of separation false;
where all is one and held.

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