Share Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Pinterest Email A poem by Chris Roe In your presence, The circle is complete, The searching at an end. No demands, No duty, No dark corners of isolation. Only the soft light of creation, Moving gently Through the crystal silence, Of the morning dew. Poem by Chris Roe from ‘In Search of Silence’ – www.silentflightpublications.co.uk Photo by Shivananda – www.shivananda.ch Chris RoePoetryShivananda Prev Post He’s Home! January 22, 2013 Next Post The Masses are Living in a Hypnotic State January 24, 2013 Related Posts Blossom-Butterfly May 21, 2020 If My Mother Was Here May 13, 2020 The Ballad of Distan Singh May 6, 2020 Comments are closed.