Under The Acacia TreeUnder the acacia treeher veil of green protecting me.Soft canopy of velvet gracegathers me in soft embraceAnd summoned by the call of crowsand riverboats, in timeless showsof movement, life and industrywithin, around the 'cacia treeThe toil of nature, call of timethat beckons each to seek the shrineupon which we might draw our faithas pilgrims passing, without traceSo, stop and pauseallow the peace of blessings to arise from source,yes, from within this Holy Landthat calls your heart and guides your handTo follow in the Buddha's pathof softening your tightened graspallow your worries, fears to ceaseand breathe the sound of inner peace
I only just noticed this comment. Thank You Mark for this lovely poem.
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Under The Acacia Tree
Under the acacia tree
her veil of green protecting me.
Soft canopy of velvet grace
gathers me in soft embrace
And summoned by the call of crows
and riverboats, in timeless shows
of movement, life and industry
within, around the 'cacia tree
The toil of nature, call of time
that beckons each to seek the shrine
upon which we might draw our faith
as pilgrims passing, without trace
So, stop and pause
allow the peace of blessings to arise from source,
yes, from within this Holy Land
that calls your heart and guides your hand
To follow in the Buddha's path
of softening your tightened grasp
allow your worries, fears to cease
and breathe the sound of inner peace
I only just noticed this comment. Thank You Mark for this lovely poem.
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