I wrote this after sitting for loving-kindness meditation.
We are all so interconnected and bear a responsibility to ease the suffering of our brothers and sisters.
The Violinist
Feeling the smooth texture of the hair against the strings,
The emerald velvet rests firmly against my skin.
Arpeggiating these phrases, l am flowing upon a stream of bygone bliss.
Original poem that I wrote yesterday, while awake in the late hours of the night.