Tired.
And caught up in the things of the world.
Hands up, it was me.
I lost my equanimity.
But feel closer now,
closer to the other shore,
Knock knock knocking on heaven's door.
Everything is insubstantial, empty,
just like you and me.
always changing,
rearranging.
Phasing.
Comments
New comment
Hi Richie,
What a lovely poem and full of meaning about life and spirituality.
Gill
New comment
Thanks for your kind words Gill (-:
All the best to you
Richie