Jas Forest

When the question cannot be put into words, neither can the solution.


Beaches – written by Jas. Forest (C) May 29, 2010

there is no place where
nothing whispers not
even the wind
or spooky clouds drift
deep like ocean to vistas
the frame of your vision
ripples, then calm
liquid then splashing
abound this sense life,
is an existence of stillness
full, roaring,
beautifully as quiet is,
between the bangs


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