beyond understanding
labyrinthine
to put into words
what cannot be spoken
pointing, yet off
the mark
no mark to point to
let the scent
of jasmine slow me,
feast of white flowers
feed my eyes
stroke a lamb’s ear leaf
soft as a baby’s nape,
tune to murmuring owls
as they settle into sleep
this dawn, eternal now
“let the scent of jasmine slow me,
feast of white flowers feed my eyes” - just beautiful 💕
Perfect my friend