I love things that have soul.
Bazaars of the world
Sell dry grass and dry leaves
crumbling at first touch.
I look around and seek that tree
Whose fragrance fills me.
I love things that have soul.
In this sea of steel, concrete,
glass and technology
The Soul of souls is creeping through the cracks
And meets me wherever I am,
all around me,
SunLight and shadow play on the wall
Birds singing
Flowers blooming
Sand sweeping
Wood squeaking
Tea brewing
Clock ticking
Words calligraphy
Colors combine
Fabrics unfold
Our souls dance
Inside me
Inside you.
A. Garden, March 2018
Theo and Mira 