Ever since I
Plunged my head
Beneath the
Ocean of Love
The soggy ground
Of this mind
Can no longer
Hold the weight
Of a single thought.
Every one of them
Keep seeping through
To the empty ground of Love
ground of love
Sitting,
I am like a dandelion
Rooted in the palms of Life
Wind comes.
My wholeness is in pieces
Being gently blown
Across the field of Love.
Path to Being 