The Soul Whisperer

Solid wood
carvers hands
ended up in a meeting
under a blue church of sky;
to build a bed
that I could lie down and dream.

One morning
I woke up
into a fresh smell of pinewood;

tossing my dreams into the sea
swimming inward, alone

into the world,
Mother of all rivers.

~ Serena Devi, August 2012~