The Seine

[weatheredskin]

Walking along the river Seine,
I stare out and remember,
The bigger picture.

Remembering the love
That was once shared by many,
And still only practiced by two.

The river flows as my
Consciousness does with
Grace and ease.

After looking at that larger scale
I remember that once tantric peace
That once sought after barbaric tranquility.

Holding that one bigger picture
In my hands, the glass frame shatters,
The pieces to small to fit together.

I remember that once bigger picture
Almost like our destined love.