On the Broken Wing of the Soothing Wind
n she drew me into
the deepest layer of
earth,the molten lava
hallowing me but
not touching i was being
a sinful saint
the empty poles in the open sky
smiled at the closed force of
an unborn tomorrow
the scent of the unborn flower
engulfed the mouth, delicate
drops of the magic potion
dripped through the divine mouth
dehydrated devoid of strength
in a trans
in a delirium
i non existed
the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the remnants
of the night
red roads
ascended to sky n bliss
spilled down the stream
sweet mountain nymphs danced
my soul soared to the realms
unknown liberating the conscious
from deep within
like a
small fly
on the broken wing of the soothing wind
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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