Dying into an ocean of joy

 

 

At the center of the spinning wheel

 

there

 

is

 

no-thing

 

 

 

 

Here does the wonder of presence sing

 

So radiant still

 

beyond any personal will

 

The naked beauty so fresh and wild

 

is seen with the eyes of a newborn child

 

Innocent of time

 

love is singing

 

"I am"

 

dying into an ocean of joy

 

fully alive

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-10-20 at 20:18

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I agree with our feathery friend, Nils. This piece is freshness indeed, with a familiar tranquillity that brings me back to your work time and time again.
Applaudeth.
2013-10-21



... and such joy for me, N T, to read this :>)
As always, I relish the freshness of your images and the serene mood of your writing overall – applause!
2013-10-21