Monday, April 27, 2009

After freedom, what follows?

Dried Petria flower in spider's web in garden
Truth comes.
She cuts the cord in the web of illusion.

After freedom, what follows?
The flower meets the sky again on a windy day.


Lynn said...

Heavy poem...I wonder what you are thinking about...lovely photo...

Shubhajit said...

To me after freedom? I don't know, I'm looking for it..