Music Of The Earth; Flowers Ib Flames; V11 Poem by Matloob Bokhari
Music Of The Earth; Flowers Ib Flames; V11
MUSIC OF THE EARTH
MATLOOB BOKHARI, COUNTRY PAKISTAN
When I see the artistic cruelties of man in the terrible unjust world of man
Like Budha, I leave my palace to reduce stress hormones in woods
Meadows delight to welcome my weary spirit
My soul bathes in rain,
In sunshine
In trails
And in the music of the earth.
My senses are soothed, healed
And I find relief there!
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