Fountain
This is the first time
that I truly understood this.
I sit back in wonder, my face lit
by the computer screen
and I’m aware of everything,
sensing the truth innately.
When I pray, it is beyond form
reaching out now, to seek home.
This is a gift, a dream…
(Fountain at night at the House of Worship, click to enlarge)
Beautiful.
wow..it’s gorgeous both poem and photo.
Thanks!
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