A Chant ( poetry ‪)‬ Yasoy Joy

In the corner of garden
A silent flower
Dances with wind, mantra of ” Thank you”.
Soft touch of grace
On rim of dreams.
The beloved face
Untouched,
Just close enough
Intimate enough
With fingertips of my heart.
Unsatisfied eternal hunger for self
Meeting Self,
What a beauty
This mystery is.
Moments of recognition
No objective, no identity,
No border, no understanding.
Alive, breathing in and out,
Freedom
To live,to be me.
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All right to Seraphim Joy