It lies present <br />beyond the trees <br />Past the seas <br />Within the breeze. <br /> <br />A place without face <br />Only souls to embrace <br />To leave without trace. <br />Time to time <br />I do <br />In my mind. <br /> <br />Is it the same, <br />Can happiness and sadness be the same? <br />Do I remember the place from where I came <br />A sky of halls no framawork echo calls. <br /> <br />Tossed up wind wound in bellows <br />Spirit, veils of silk and lace <br />Openness not empty <br />Nothingness yet plenty <br />Myriad beauty accent through aeon and century. <br /> <br />Patterns unfathomed <br />Is it sensible are you a thinker <br />Is this sensible to wonder <br />Or discard the million thoughts between each blink. <br /> <br />Which dream will you live dreamer <br />When spheres are not now just to ponder. <br />Be mindful to each thought, each dream the one I ought <br />In the wilderness of beyond her, our mother earth. <br /> <br />* <br />('AUM' is the reflection of the absolute reality, it is said to be 'Adi Anadi', without beginning or the end and embracing all that exists.)<br /><br />Oliver. Lyles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aum/
