Bone

Prick your finger to the bone.

See blood flow; it is your own.

Say the words you know so well.

In time you’ll feel the hatter’s spell.

If you see my words in stone,

you will know this man is gone

to walk across the fields of day

and sing the song of Buddha’s way.

Take this word and take it well;

For love is not a mummer’s spell.

Death is but a brand new start

To all that lives inside a heart.

Feel my love and feel it true

And feel the life that lives in you.

© 2014 Stephen Boothe

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Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi

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