Hello! Happy winter season. Here is a video of a short poem. The poem is ‘Spiralling Self’
I am a spiral, A spiritual core center, It’s edge is a digressing world, The gross extends into a faint, Poetry is the fringe, Music is its hint, Growing into intuition, Out of the material lather, I travel into adventure, To see the curvature, Of time’s changing signature.
Thank you. I meet again with another poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part one’
