I grow up…and out of cycles,
Thought freewheeling .
This old head once lost in clouds
Is breaking ceiling …

Mind goes in…and down,
To deeper understanding,
Tears through veil
And bursts the bubble,
Hearts expanding …

Love flows here…and now
In rivers, source fulfilling,
Floods new worlds
With universal conscious willing …

I know then…
And there, the power
Hands are holding,
By creating dreams
Of infinite unfolding !

~ Mark Farrar

 


About Mark Farrar (in his own words)

I am a virtually vegetarian,
Nearly non conformist,
Almost anarchist,
Possibly poetic,
Fairly free father.