There is a link


felt by eyes closed to the world -


ears smell the grace of silence,


new-born sweetness comes to greet the nose -


the mouth sees beauty never known before -


all the threaded senses intertwine


to sew the bond


that in the moment


makes the cloak that holds out consciousness,


that wraps and holds its makers in.


There is no need of time.




By Bob (C1ydeBunky@aol.com)









Watch these pages for more poems by Bob.
In the meantime, click the links below for other poems and stories by the authors at Lara's Den.


Choices

Change

Ode To A Japanese Garden

March Roared In

Fickle Spring

Golf Syndrome

Distant Voices

The Fountain


And.......for many others, click the index image.



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