Monday, July 05, 2010

That power to be

the might of typhoon
ousted me not;
but, the gentleness of breeze
succumbs my being softly;
in reverie it unravels the truth hidden
that gentleness embraces power,
intertwined with evolution
a silent volution of time
that everything becoming unbecomingness.

a revolution speedily done by hasty move
hardly seen nor felt by all that moves,
but in glimpses of mindfulness
gentleness tells the story of strength,


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