How simply they accommodate us
With awaken shadows
Covered by faith’ s white cloth.
They plant the courage of crossing
In depth of our hearts.
Beyond the world of totems and beliefs,
The boundless fields of deliverance lives.
The only truth,
One could choose to belief
Reality of each moment exists,
Through tunnel of now to where it leads.
How close we let intelligence walks beside,
While we cross,
Is it the matter of the opinion
Or perhaps life experience.
Either way, we know by the end.
© Serena Devi, March 2010, Thornhill Canada