By the edge of the pond
the little deck extends
as if a launch point
for travel into the depths
inner landscape awaits
The buzzing and plopping,
gurgling and flapping
provide a peaceful silence
of the Soul
on any day’s reflection
By the edge of the pond
the little deck extends
as if a launch point
for travel into the depths
inner landscape awaits
The buzzing and plopping,
gurgling and flapping
provide a peaceful silence
of the Soul
on any day’s reflection