Solitude
It Is here
Touching the wind
Listening to whispered grass
Fragments of others joined in knowing,
Lost in heart
Finding the beat , for the self
The drum is never distant
Expansion lives here
Constraints only teach
Pathless with wide horizon
Alone no more,
A muscle of judiciary connection
To serve
Inward,it sees outward
Mirrored truth of the soul
Time does not live here,
It is born
From the one
From the heart
From the being that is you.