The Dandelion Seed: Poetry


Let it Us be free then,
Let All things Be as they are

Let me rest along the path
where the dandelion seeds bloom
in defiance of time;
Creativity relies on its own flame
rekindling the lost pathway from
beyond the partial dance 
of recollected Sorrows

We are not so different,
fellow seekers in the palace of hope
within the hallways of the mind,
We have just lost ourselves
inside palaces of concave mirrors
where the truth hides:

Meditation is an experience;
Knowing Oneself is its fruit.


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