Awaiting more quiet times to be alone and enjoy
nature's ways again.
Hectic, frantic, stressed beyond comprehension
at work.
Looking for breaks to become complacent and at
ease with the universe.
It appears none of the above serenity is going
to happen so I'll try to squeeze in a few minutes
here and there to complete my quest for relaxation.
(1: 58 p.m. - 5/12/99)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breath is a grand purifier, matters not at the beach or in Hell fire! Breathe my friend! namaste