[LAKE MEDITATION] When I was a boy me and my dad used to fish a lot and my dad always took something from the water. I guess he passed it on to me. This is the boat ramp where we used to fish and launch boats when we fished on the lake. the lakes name is LAKE IOMONIA and its in Tallahassee. I have seen gators of enormous proportions, big ass moccasins and all kinds of stuff in the water here. In a way that makes this poem a dedication to my dad.
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A lone lily which floats so prettily on the gently lapping waves of a placid lake, where a man sits on the shore and stares into nothingness.
The dragonflies flit in and out and hang in motion, seemingly suspended as crickets play their fiddles in a droning tale of lust.
The problems of the world seem to fade away on the beams of Allahs light... in this the cathedral of natures blessings.
Where there is no talking allowed... where meditation seems to extend a welcoming hand.
"Come into the fold."
In the background the trees on the other bank cast their shadows on the water as the sun kisses their leaves.
Birds sing and dance... frogs play trumpets of accompaniment... such a splended symphony.
A glint of silver as a fish breaks the waves and takes momentary flight... an insect loses his life.
A day in heaven as the cork dips beneath the waves and the ancient struggle continues between fish and man, between man and survival.
At waters edge... where tranquility is sought... chambers of overstanding as the day transpires.
hamzahfaruq
