Maya (The Realm of Illusions)

Maya (The Realm of Illusions)
I am the call of the wild bird,
the feel of the breeze on your skin,
the colour of loving laughter,
the strength of your spirit within.
I am the soil caressing your feet,
the beckoning stars of the night,
the taste of tears with tea,
the sight of dawn’s first light.
I am the sweet kiss of comfort,
the smell of the flowers you grew,
the essence of every vast atom,
the answer you simply knew.
November, 2001
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