White page
White mind.
The mind moves
The pen moves.
Outside sounds fade-
The tide of mind roars near.
Whose thoughts are these?
Whence do they come?
Writing in light.
Talking in silence.
Take a thought
Watch it drop
A thousand miles.
Take another……..
Last night
The moon was an ark,
Half light, half dark,
Sweeping through a drift of cloud.
Half the world sleeping,
Half the world watching.
All dreaming.
Shifting on its axis
The earth dreams thst there was a cry
Arising in the east.
Debris swept across lands
What was, suddenly is not.
Dreaming,
The breath comes in
The breath releases.
Echoes
Dreams
Reflections
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