Passage (Poem)
The bees and gnats did flowers seekBut man that claims to be in His imageSpends his life burying trinkets in […]
The bees and gnats did flowers seekBut man that claims to be in His imageSpends his life burying trinkets in […]
A land that inspiredsilken bards in hordes Ancient tongues lost theirbattles against this celtic flair Sons of this cold but
In search of truthdid I go back and forth Wandered through Mountainsbathed in rivers sacred, with the pious Whichever way
The stark barrenness of the desertstood as mute reflection of my heart The thirst of the parched tonguewas puny to
As ordinary as ordinary can beAs special as special can be Gentle fragrance of graceOverwhelming power to brace Taintless of
The way of the waywardBreaks all social structuresMoral and ethical lies shatteredLove is the only quotientLove not of unbridled matingBut
Unorthodox in thought, word and deedThe very stance they say is a sacrilegious deed My breath and body an unencumbered
A tiny flame flickersfragile in the nightlygathering of impregnableDarkness Dark Seemingly waging a lonelybattle against thisboundless bounty That is the
Fortresses can protect notfragile well being of the know nots Outside enemy you can vanquishwith fortresses and armies of your
Does canvas and paintmake a pictureOr is it the hand and mindthat makes pictures Or is it that pictures have always