Taking a Chance
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Life is like a flower garland,
Held close by those who dare
To flow in kindred spirit
With the risk to share.
Listening to life’s sweet music
Inside, on the inner ear,
Flowing with a greater force
That trumpets ever clear.
Words can’t and don’t
Ever hold them bound.
Deep inside, where Love abides,
They hear only spiritual sound.
Lucky those who grasp this thought,
Its essence foremost in mind.
Through their days of treadmill race,
They conquer each daily grind.
Posted on July 6, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged autumn leaves, daily grind, flower garland, Inner ear, kindred spirit, Life, Love Thought, New Age, Religion and Spirituality, spiritual sound, sweet music. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.