a little buddhist poem for yall, I call it line for it represents infinity and is there while it's only one dimensional.

Line

my mind is my refuge
heaven is the home in which I hide
no more does my hair belong to winds
the water that slayed me made me

my father is the deed from which I suffer
my mother is the mask of tears I wear
my life my family,
my sleeping bore me.

The things that one can conceive with the mind....even though you speak of suffering and tears, there was an ease in this. Welcome to destee. Hope to read more from you.

very nice deep mental flow and warmth from this piece
welcome to destee.com quiet flowz happy u join us
welcome to the family of love & peace look to read u more
welcomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Welcome... :wave: JohnDDD

Thought provoking scribe...
love your style...
will look for more work from you!

Welcome with luv, JohnDDD
I like the way you came in the door. Sit a spell and spill some more...thanks for sharing this with us.

thanks for the compliments about the poem and for giving me so much love...got much love for yall too, peace and do expect more poems from me!