be the grass
that cradles my feet
reads my silence
never asks to repeat
be the breeze
that slips between my fingers everyday
the gentle hand that touches me
when i get carried away
be the moon
that never casts a shadow
won’t you tell me
where you’d like to go
let’s make a sweet memory
let go of all the gloom
when the world starts to fall asleep
and the jasmine starts to bloom
Photo by Shubham Shrivastava on Unsplash
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Another tranquil piece with a relaxing flow and rhythm, Sobhana, like a meditation. A pleasure to read.
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Thank you, Steve, very kind.
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Meditation needs to become central in our lives…I appreciate this more than ever. Thank you, Steve.
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Love the flow and rhythm of this piece, Sobhana, as it runs into a gentle night when the world sleeps and the jasmine blooms–a great ending.
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Thank you, Steve! I appreciate your thoughtful comment.
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Sorry this happened twice, Sobhana. I thought I’d already commented but I couldn’t see it . Oh well. At least they are consistent. 😄
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