Mistakes, memories...

This poetry has been published in the anthology "She The Shakti" which can be purchased HERE!


There, the storm -

Bygone,

Winds -

Blow no more.

Sands -

Lie on each other,

Calm - 

Like they never tore.

Waves - there were

Fierce, a’roar.

Stones -

They did turn around.

The mosses try hard

They hide the scratch

The green -

Tower the brown

The storm – A truth;

The waves – They too.

Let a new dawn come.

Truth,

No less than any else,

Desert, Sand, or this calm.

Past

Is past,

So that you know,

And

Never may deny.

A past, still,

Is just a past.

A past,

Not a lie!

The memories,

But own you must

It’s you,

The very you - the source.

The right, the wrong,

Or who says what’s what,

Truth, alone, 

Will take its course!