How good its to come and meditate facing the peaceful river ,
to contemplate on the pure wave the cracks drawn by the rising sun...
A gentle zephyr whispering in my face ,bringing the tender scent of awakening nature .
How wonderful is to leave your hand to the fresh water to wet face and refresh soul .
In the morning I sat down facing the river ,tasting the sweetness of solitude ,
all was exquisite peace ,celestial melodies echoed in my mind ,
Was this incomparable garden of delights and the end of all torments ?
In the morning sitting under the wise old tree facing the river ,
I heard the bird of destiny chirping it's song of blood and terror ,
and along the calm wave I saw the body of my enemy passing by...
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Enjoyable flow of your writing, smooth and contemplative, reflecting a meditative experience.
The nature of existence is dual...
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you dear Ellen .I like the fluidity of your comments !
fantastic
thank you Thomas .
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