THIS GATE

[THIS GATE]
THE MUSIC AND MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN... IT GOES WITH THE PIECE
http://youtu.be/OQFRgbnpO9E

While I drift in the longing of wanting...
That place where a touch remembered becomes the focal point and the petals of azaleas line the grassy floor.
A carpet in an oak covered sanctuary where bees drink of the nectar and I a man am welcomed into their world.
The hum of life so close yet so far away as I transfixed fall under the spell...
Moss in the trees playing in the breeze...
Boughs of the trees that bow to the heavens where the blue and the clouds become the backdrop to a daydream.
If only I could take you there and hold your hand and show you where I am...
The world that I live on where all that exists is the beauty, even in the worst of times, for pain is the prelude to wisdom and overstanding...
I stand under these trees in the filtered light and serenity translating the nature of things.
Come with me...
This way.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY