Voices...

Voices once heard on the same path become silent as the path divides..

Old and friendly voices evaporate into fog..

The emptiness encloses past memories and times..

And yet sound is heard near you..

A crowd is seen ahead..

Voices, new with the fragrence of Love..

Examining a map of hope..

Travel on, pilgrim,

The warm cloud of Love is the best vehicle...



namaste, thomas