You who know me,
as a Buddha on a hill,
as a seal in the sand,
as a sheep in its herd,
as a cow with its curd,
as an old man under a tree,
as just a garden weed,
You will not call me,
any of those names,
'cause when the moment beckons,
I come forth like a hurricane...
as a Buddha on a hill,
as a seal in the sand,
as a sheep in its herd,
as a cow with its curd,
as an old man under a tree,
as just a garden weed,
You will not call me,
any of those names,
'cause when the moment beckons,
I come forth like a hurricane...
VERY good. I like your words and the sequence of this.
ReplyDeletethoughtful....intriguing....I like it!!
ReplyDelete@Geraldine & @sandra - Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteOooh, like a hurricane! :) I like that.
ReplyDeletePowerful piece. Never underestimate.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shail & Cheryl :)
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