Sunday, July 25, 2010

Raining Sunday


It can seem a stormy cold world

We try to find the fire to burn away the chill

Alone or with others, the heat seems near to grasp

Or maybe it is the unknown that will brighten the dark

The searching and wanting makes slaves of our minds

Step back, find that bit of calm, and go

Let the mind find the peace and power

The pleasures will be yours when you return