Mandala Trance
Gazing at the sun
in the very core,
I feel my body
release my soul.
Staring at the rays
and tongues of flame,
my eyes are soothed
with my exhales.
The whisper of the breeze
and the bamboo flute:
with the song of chimes,
ignites my mood.
Suddenly aware
of the voice of my heart,
like a long lost friend,
it starts a chat.
A touch of jasmine
in the scent of grass
has slowly seeped
his fading musk.
The wind unleashed
my burning tears,
washing away
his memories.
Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega | Year Posted 2007
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