Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Sustaining The Dream

Reaching through the hedgerow
Honeysuckle tendrils –
And the river’s song flowing on.

Slowly closing the door
With barely a blush of sound-
The cat snores on.

At last summer heat
The thick air promising a shower -
Feel like dancing naked in the garden!

Out of the cracked concrete
Weeds with tiny yellow flowers.
The road choked with blind traffic -
Evening rush hour.

From the snow dusted field
A crowd of crows rising –
Wondering how your day has been.

Sustaining the dream
By sitting still as incense burns down.
Just the breath
A thread by which everything hangs -
Nothing above, nothing below.

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