The still night waits
For its stage call
As light plays an encore
To a quiet crowd.
The still night waits
For its stage call
As light plays an encore
To a quiet crowd.
Pausing to watch
A mysterious moment
Of silent transition,
I give thanks for the beauty
Of one precious day.
Mmmm.
Red
Firm
Rich
Skin.
Flesh
Tears
And
Oooo
Sweet
Nectar
Leaks
Out
And
Hits my
Lip…
Delicately…
That juice.
Mmmm…
That
Sweet
Sweet
Sublime
Complex
Tangy
Juice…
Just changed
My life.
Like a bug pressed flat
On the windshield of my existence,
I catch a f l e e t i n g image
Of true S E L F …
Before the swinging arm
Of consciousness moves again
And “I” … am back.
October moon rises- -
Orange from the sun.
Crisp air shudders.
As tree waits,
One leaf falls.
Rabbit hops,
Crow flies.
Mysterious womb gathers
Scattered dreams of receding day.
Moths parachute through time…
In the still air
Mind finds
Her hammock
At last.
The mystery of NOW
Repeats itself.
Meanwhile…
Silence fishes
For fresh thoughts.