
Mind buzzes,
Fickle bee.
Flower to flower,
Drinking sap of memories
and humming of things to come.
When mind-mouth is open
Eye is closed.
When I is open
Mystery unfurls
Like new leaf
Studded with rain gems.
Voices hushed
Listening to colour,
Shapes,
Mystical whisper of Now.
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26th October, 2005
Nice …the nectar it conjured was sweet…..
Studied moment by moment ..