Thursday, May 30, 2013


Places which I inhabit
Are infected by my Self
The Mind that is evolving
At freedom pace,
Is often inhibited by
The limited bodied Self.
These imprints will 
in time dissolve
My fingers need to be 
the fingers of Man.
And my heart to 
breathe for humanity.
The stream has 
often receded
The land has always 
embraced the bank.
We all shall wait 
for the flood
Where the sleeping land 
embraces the stream
And all the banks are 
flooded- drowned.

~ A

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