Prophetess

Silently she walked
On the unknown paths
Drunken but composed
Not knowing what to say
Not knowing when to say
Yet when she spoke
The universe replied
Blessed be the winds carrying the voice
Blessed be the intoxication
Blessed be the silence
Blessed be the pain
A handful of dust
Of the paths that she treaded
Was given to angles
And thus they created
The beautiful enigma of
 equilibrium

Reviews

[WILDERNESS]

Vow............ what poetry, sufism?

[~ Twilight~]

just some thoughts on an experience... categorization lies with the reader's intellectual inference..