In the corner of garden

A silent flower

Dances with wind, mantra of ” Thank you”.

Soft touch of grace

On rim of dreams.

The beloved face

Untouched,

Just close enough

Intimate enough

With fingertips of my heart.

Unsatisfied eternal hunger for self

Meeting Self,

What a beauty

This mystery is.

Moments of recognition

No objective, no identity,

No border, no understanding.

Alive, breathing in and out,

Freedom

To live,to be me.

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All right to Seraphim Joy