Sunday, May 1, 2011

TOUCHING THE UNIVERSE



I sit,

fragments of poems,

circling.

None coalescing.


My mind expands

to include them all,

yet hold none.


My consciousness

is in my heart center.

Gratitude primed,

it begins to flow.


In the open space,

of only a flickering

candle

and Singing Stones.

No time.


I touch the universe

from inside

my heart.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 27, 2011

1 comment:

  1. Gratitude primed...I like that! Good reminder.

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