The subtle
dream
of reality
is nothing
but a dream–
in words,
in thoughts,
in praises
and deeds–
but when all is quiet,
all the music
turned off,
there is still
a gentle hum,
the remains of reality
drifting peacefully
in, “Now.”
October 30, 2015
now is where it is at…nothing else really matters….beautifully said 🙂
Indeed. Thanks for the comment 🙂
you are welcome:)
This is very beautiful.
Thank you 🙂
Lovely poem, appreciating the gentle hum of here and now…
Thank you so much!