Thursday, July 2, 2015

Yearning Eastward


Bodily in the far West, my heart is in the far East,
Desiring a higher vibrational way of relating to life.

The West is so stuck in "form" that it forgot "flow".
In a fit of stiffness it forgot the direction of sunrise.

I yearn to float away in concerts of Eastern music,
As everything Eastern wafts and reeks of the mystical.

I see the flowing robes of the East dancing in the wind,
Matching turbans spiraling gracefully in multicolored whirls.

Behind the dancers, arrive musicians in mystical ecstasy.

They open hearts to shared inner voice ~ not heard, yet so heard.


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