Monday, July 09, 2018

Meditation




the right breath for the right moment
the banal miracle of waking time

sun from woodpile
dew from the dark

kneading words from confusion
the shape of paint from bluster

flower from loam--
lighting life's candle

glances thickening like honey,
nearing the ledge of knowing

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