Poetry Travels

Poetry takes me to places
I didn’t know existed

No passport, no tickets
No baggage, no taxiImage result for quill pen and paper images
She holds my hand
And we travel
To places
I didn’t know existed
Within me

I watch her in amazement
As we fly the skies together

I bow to her with joy
As I scribble
Her sweet whispers

I bow to you with gratitude
For travelling with me
To places I didn’t know
Within me

Thank you Beloved friends
For reading and travelling
Thank you for being here.

Sri Krishna Sharanam Mama


    1. We were writing to each other at the same time — just like we are on the same bus and chatting. Hope you are well and taking care of yourself. Wish you good sleep and a beautiful day tomorrow. Much love, my most beloved Joan.

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