Feed The Soul Poem by Seshan Krishnan

Feed The Soul



Hear the birds,
the crickets and the geese.
morning music to feed the soul

feel the heat of the sun
the coolness of the wind

see the stars in a clear nightsky
wonder at their sheer numbers
how vast this space
how steady the seasons

all this and there is me
i am more when i am less

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