Circle

j. ludwikowski tolstonog

Seashells, a pile of sand
A lost soul flying by
The sea, the wind over the land
A man, a life,
One step, one thought
One experience, insight
…Still a life
Knowledge, wisdom, blessed light
Slow burning fire,
Fusion
Confusion,
Oversimplification
The march of time
Burst of vision
The Hand that passes
To erase the misconception that we call life
A lost soul going by
A few shells, a pile of sand...
A gentle breeze has cleaned the land.