Anita Atina - The simplest pleasures are often most profound

A warm smile, that comes from the heart

Childish glee, at climbing a tree

A mothers’ sigh, as her babe gently sleeps

A lover’s tender, winsome kiss


Dancing in the rain, splashing in puddles

The ocean at night, waves a riddle

A warm spring day, after winter gray

The first stream of light, o what delight!


Climbing a mountain

On a path less traveled

Losing the way

To find the inner way


Staying sane

In a world going insane

Letting your mad streak

Not get ruined by routine


Letting your light

Get stronger everyday

The universe manifests in simple things

That yield pleasures, most profound


© 13 June 2008, Anita Atina

Anita Atina

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