Sunday, 11 May 2014

Liberation

                                      

                 

Ululating frowning skies
my ears hear melody
raging surf of the tempest
leaves me untouched , dry.
churning of the oceans
to extract the nectar of life.
heart is at peace
mind is in trance
with body levitating.
oblivious, rising up 
with weightlessness
in meditative pose.
My spirit free , wanders.


                                      For :  Magpie Tales