Innermost being
Flowing outward;
A revealing of spirit
This divine dance
Souls, that appear
As one
Somewhere between
Art and poetry
We live our lives
Modern times, a blight to our souls
How shall we cultivate simplicity;
In the here and now?
Technology, not an evil
But distraction
Away from;
The need of the world
Staring through soft pink
A vision of latticework
I have glimpsed a path;
Prepared for me
Each day, I choose
Whether to walk it