Dharma

Her soul is pure solitude 
A home where trees meets 
The granite fists of mountain Gods 
Her eyes burn of near enlightenment 
Of the cyclic nature of humanity's truth 

She blesses the rain, the fog 
The. Mosquitos the jackdaws and the frogs 
Wishes for nothing only the warmth 
Of a early morning sun, 

She has no need to fill the void 
For void is what it's 
The true nature of things 
And her wisdom expands 
Watching, listening 
To the silence of the silent moon, 

A spirit of near perfection confined 
Within a decomposing cage 
She sing songs to the winds 
And lullabies to the clouds, 

Just accompanying time within the void

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Rainbow Promise

Date: 3/20/2017 1:34:00 AM

"She has no need to fill the void to void is what (it is) ...within a decomposing cage she sings to the wind." Very deep pain as though you miss her so badly. You described what you think she is doing explicitly. Good imagery, but very sad.