In Between
Somewhere in between
The in breath,
And the out breath,
Is silence.
Therein,
There lies a tiny death.
The death of desire,
When time stops
It is
The fleetest of moments,
A tiny eternity
Of peace.
In Between
Somewhere in between
The in breath,
And the out breath,
Is silence.
Therein,
There lies a tiny death.
The death of desire,
When time stops
It is
The fleetest of moments,
A tiny eternity
Of peace.