I was on my knees clicking some macro shots
of a cobweb, when I noticed a freshly shed snake skin lying nearby. The
snake must have been some where around, watching me...Probably whispering to me...
Love,
Athma Rama...Rejoicing within :)
Shedding
the skin I held so close,
Like
memories that fade and fall apart.
The
way side stream becomes a mirror,
As it
reflects my image, so vivid and clear.
The
mirror sees it all, they say,
But I
realized,
The
mirror sees it all and even more.
Oh! so
surprised I was to find,
The
stream could reflect my heart and soul.
I
could see the shimmer of hope and faith,
The
trust that it was perfectly made.
The
new skin made me gleam and glow.
As I
watched the image in perfect awe,
I
could hear the stream whispering low;
"As
life pens down a new poetry,
Let
your heart paint the flow."
Athma Rama...Rejoicing within :)
