Poetry and Blank Paper

Forevermore, I write these words,

For peace and calmness they bestow

Upon me, when I am lost

And fear with sadness fills me whole.

I did not travel many paths

These words will not be of my last

But still I grab my silver quill

And write away, so lost and shrill.

Full moon, soft rain and heavy storms

Some footsteps heard outside my home

A chair, a desk, the cold around –

                                                                 My writing space, free and unbound.                  

Ethereal Bliss

Ethereal bliss,

When merely sitting criss-cross thinking of nothing at all

Ethereal bliss,

When cleansing all my mind of every human thought

Ethereal bliss,

When nurturing my all with liquid from above

Ethereal bliss,

When feeling the pure clarity inside my Soul.