" Soon"...

We read of wealth without gems..

We hear the mantra of 'soon'..

How this sound that is meant to sooth,

strikes the mind with a hammer..

The power of not wanting power beckons us..

Liberty needs no power when Love is God..

Time awakens and shouts;

" I am not dead yet"..

Serenity whispers back:

"Shhh, We do not shout here"..


namaste, thomas