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 💕
thank you!
Perfect my friend
Thank you. I liked this one.