Meditation's Wanderlust
pulled away into poetry the flow is we, so elegantly
dive and give abundantly in ways uttering peace,
from our creativity, its a beautiful streak on a
dark night's, ink black sky the color spread far
violence had to hide, as our imaginations pushed
the skies wide, open we sat disguised and hoping,
then from the present we looked and saw a swift
hook roping,
the lyrics took you to your nook,
just like a book cause it was your touch, a mental
brush, stroke of a hand crush has me filled with,
wanderlust, but full of trust, please hush and,
breath with us, focus on one breath meditate you
just, did with a bust of spirit you feel lust,
living under stress trust me, thats dangerous.
Copyright © Rospel Funk | Year Posted 2016
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