The Summer of London

Dogs without a leash

Humans actually walking

In a park guarded by great trees

Teaching us

To let the rays of sunshine

Brighten each and every room

Of our heart

After which

I stepped into the museum

To step back into time

To confirm

Life maybe rudimentary then

But full of refined skills

Where a piece of ivory or jade

Can be carved

By a fully present spirit

Namaste