بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

All that is there

The slow trickling stream bringing with it a fresh cool drink to quench the thirst;
The blinding sun reaching out to cover the earth with its rays of warmth;
The chanting wind singing out its song of solitude;
If i could only be the coolness of the stream;
The warmth of the sun;
The song of the wind.
If i could only reach out,
be that...
... and much more.

For what is it to be that encapsulated soul in a body cable of destruction and torment.
Take this body back to the dry earth where it belongs;
Let it merge with the sweet smell of earth and let this soul be all that is free.
Tempest ©