Run

The caravan is leaving!

You can recognise it

by the songs of infinite possibility

bursting

like ripe fruit

from hungry mouths,

filling the fragrant air.

Sitting 
at the deep well

holding the reins,

apart

yet not,
why let destiny

gamble with your life!

Travelers sit with empty hands

yet filled

with fresh bowls of honey milk.

With body breathing
yet only energy,

under endless skies

yet 
only this One,

forever existing

yet ever new.

Together in the dance 
of appearances
and passing sorrows,

yet only

the Cosmic Interplay.

With singular strength

yet none, 
alone.

Exiled

to harsh tests of time,

yet sustained within

the Changeless Robe,
heart traveling

on a floating world

true to ourself,

yet embraced

in 
Freedoms Depth.

~Candali Poetstory 2012