A poem written in the forest

Updated: Jul 29, 2018

Written July 11th, 2018

Here I sit,

Surrounded by the jungle

That breathes life.

The jewels in the sky

Whisper timeless secrets,

Heard by the mindful souls

Akin to Buddha himself.

Here I sit,

A grain on the boundless beach,

With no memory to call past,

And no vision to call future.

Here I sit,

Free of the labyrinth of time,

As a liberated soul.

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