A little escape, escape through narrow paths
through that small
creek, rays of light and air,
peeps in through there and leaves space for me
a little escape to meet the self, true and formless
with no badges and baggage to put identities
its magical and leaves me at the dawn of ecstasy
yet there is this nest of prudence inside me
protects and leads through storm and spring
and I step inside leaving badged identities
to rejuvenate the self, a tired traveller
a little escape, escape through narrow paths.
I think your little escape is going to be good for the soul ....
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful nest!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Escape to the sanctity of the nest
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