Manipura
Ottava Rima
May the wise fine and dine over knowing Baby seeds new home has been glowing old Or growing gold—no need for tip toeing Inside of the gardens peaceful household For a quiet life knows it must keep going Towards the blessings which return tenfold Let the warmth turn your blue to a new hue When it happens, remember what is true
Poetry is so beautiful. Not my calling I leave that to the talented people like yourself. Keep up the great wok.