Drifting

On gentle sirocco wind I drift

Across the sandy plains that shift,

And under a cloudless blue sky

Under the hot sun I feel I fly,

On golden wings of divinity

Like an angel full of belief,

I sense the mindful peace within me

As I travel soundlessly with ease,

And my form is now formlessly

Escaping as pure energy and frequency,

As in my nature my spirituality

Cast light for all to feel and see,

Until I become an oasis of tranquility

Come spend time here with me,

In stillness and perfect tranquility

Focused only on nature and the breath I breathe,

Come join me, in serendipity

Drifting on a light summer desert breeze..

One response to “Drifting”

  1. I feel I did join you in this, “…light summer desert breeze.” 😊 Thank you for the commas… I usually read these with voice over, and because of your commas, I can understand you very well 🙏🌟 Not everyone uses them.

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