Calling to the Patria,
as ebb & flow unfold…
splitting words intent
this day
to turn them into gold!
asking soul ~ express
myself…
sensing through and through ~
Be still… dear one, with pure
white light…
the knowing will call you.
Such a forest shapely
and offering a seed…
Is transformation’s mystery~
…beholden to it’s
need.
Environment entangled
surly may subdue~
Choice! …respect
cause and effect;
…to ponder pathways new!
Heed the way,
regenerate
the labyrinth inside…
loosened dirt, the concrete edge
~in purity abide~
Hope! …don’t mind the mounting hill
~ with Love,
embrace free will…
Asterion! Experience ~
…True fortune be my
thrill!
- Karmel Koshman