consiousness – The Poets Peace

You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.
Christopher Columbus

I am the wind that blows.

The river that flows.

And the mind that knows

How all this really grows.

Born from nothing

I permeate everything.

From the essense of your ring

To that of bees that sting.

Never made,

Hence i will never fade.

Though made into a blade

I will certainly degrade.

Out of time i stand

So my dreams never end.

Even when buried beneath sand

I am able to transcend.

I am the hand

That shapes the land.

The lad that does not understand 

The concept of being grand.

My breath, stirs the trees
 That sway with graceful ease.
 Though i may be on my knees
 I know i shall never cease.

I am the wind that blows.

The river that flows.

And the mind that knows

How all this really goes.

Lazarus Shatipamba