Meditating
not looking hearing or speaking
nailed by the side of the humming
naked ocean at the feet waving
beating crashing reincarnating
in every eternal moment
rampant rivers of love crescendoing
remnants of the flood of lust decelerating
rumble of the prayerful sea invigorating
rays the fragments of light softening
ceaselessly aware of the moment
driven by the sweetness of our destiny
castigating the rising desires of the flesh
we sat there silently back to the back
on the edge of the old sea bridge
closely scrutinising, waiting peacefully
for the new life in the
belly of a distant
star
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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