Eternal Journey

Poetry

A poem by Chris Roe:

As the crimson flame of life
Breaks slowly
Above the horizon,
The white, frosted meadows,
With trees and hedgerows
Of sculptured ice,
Speak loudly
Of your presence.

daisies in Corfu by Shivananda

Once more
Upon this journey,
As another day begins,
Without effort
Or intrusion,
Through the peace
And tranquillity
Of your silent voice,
The moment becomes eternal,
And the journey
Begins again.

Poem by Chris Roe
Illustration: photo by Shivananda

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