It's a comfortable home
warm in winter frosts
cool in the summer heats.
There's always this quiet cat
who wonders about the world
behind the curtain of passing time.
It's a pleasant home where fragrant waves
of subtle spirits circulate ,respectfully saluting
a smiling Buddha on the chest of drawers.
No flowers trapped in a vase's fate !
I don't like sacrificial queens ...
A cactus that longs for Sonora desert ,
a bonsai in samurai armor enthralled
by a Marie-Laure Laurencin marine watercolor !
I enjoy a glass of gin by the fireside
this respectable chessboard quite dusty ...
The age of gaming is over !
A morning aroma of arabica like some
far east caravan following the star ...
Long -wise room where the echo of a mantra
chanted by Deva Premal resounds
and full of adventure books
lazing around the jungle bed...
Incense stick burns out ,
discussing the after life with an old retired teddy .
It's a blue house perched on the San-francisco clouds,
on the shores of a secret treasure island ...
Place of inspired religion where fears are tamed.
My temple and inner abode .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Your home is a reflection of your soul. And this tour through a cozy and very personal world is really enjoyable.
Storm-proof inner architecture !
Great write
Thank you Tony !
You're welcome
We all have or would like to have such a place a place of safety, peace, security, and fulfillment. Nicely done.
The most important thing is that it corresponds to our inner home !
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