Wednesday, April 11, 2018

white shadows


 here a curious lack of mythos
for these swirling happenings,
this blindfold dance

words hang heavy,
mind suddenly void, uncomplicated;
knee-jerk reaction to excess

heart brimming with fullness,
afloat in warm water

all the seasons singing in the back of my throat
sliding out in waves and pulling the world together
so nothing is separate and nothing coincides
not chained not liberated
not real not holographic

only this
now
unquestioned, pure
effortless unfolding
from the heart out

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