Running at a pace that does not exhaust
The lungs…running to a sun filled morn…
The silken wind slides across then is lost
Embracing love, knowing why you were born
Feeling divine joy in a world of oneness
Levitating effortlessly above the clouds
Escaping ties of time; feeling anchorless
Sharing a sensation that only love allows
3/6/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dont we all seek that sometimes illusive virtue and yet it holds so many forms 10 Chris