Month: January 2007

  • Tense my soul, a wind blows my will.

    monet

    Endless is the spirit,
    echoes follow me-
    challenge thy spirit.

    Questions play hide and seek,
    alone down a spirited path;
    but be a wind for my will.

    On this boat the consciousness,
    in this body that serves:
    and all serves me for I serve my will and not others.