that spirit is alive
each thought is taking us
to the distractions that colors our life
the sands of time
pour out the outlines
while we frame the moment
with how we define
the purpose that in our soul lies
and how do we describe
this spirit we can’t confine
how do we hold on
to the ethereal shades of being
I take a photo of a dream
trying to capture what I see
with words that always seek
to focus on a true reality
with a smile
Buddha freed
the one flower
if eternity