God, Ishaisms

You come to me in breezes…

You come to me in breezesas I watch the sunsetand the shapes of cloudswafting throughIn the mirror of morning dewthe pale pink of dawnand parting of the miststo reveal sunshine Always ephemeralbeautifully fleetingeasy to adore reassuring The sultry darknessesof Mayaplay with me their dualistic gamePendulumingin cosmic swayI return to the Mayaof night, of dayyet like… Continue reading You come to me in breezes…