GETTING CAUGHT IN THE CACOPHONY OF MODERN WORLD

THE MIND MEANDERS IN TO THE LONG LOST MEADOWS

THE RETREAT, THE SOLITUDE, THE STILLNESS

THE MIND MERGES WITH THE HEART AND HEARS

THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE .THE WHIFF OF A PASSING

BREEZE. THE RUSTLE OF FALLING LEAVES AND

THE SLOW SOUND OF CREEK'S WATER ROLLING

THE SMALL PEBBLES IN ITS EVER MOVING EMBRACE

OH ! DIVINE HOW BLESSED ARE WE OF YOUR PRESENCE

THE YOUTH FADING & FORGOTTEN

THE RESILIENCE BARE & BROKEN

THE CAST OF CREEPING AGE

IMPRISONING THE SPIRIT

EVER GREEN LONGING & LINGERING

FOR THE TOUCH OF MASTER SPIRITUAL

OR THAT OF A GRAND KID'S SOFT CHEEK

OR THE EMBRACE OF LONG LOST LOVER ??