Woman Song

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