NO QUESTION
This is it:
The reflection
Of your being.
This room,
Quiet,
morning bright.
This window,
Filtering sound,
Slowing light,
Holding colours.
This view:
Veils of sun and rain,
Small birds blustered by.
Something special
In its commitment to itself.
But unremarked, unremarkable.
This patterning of storm cloud:
Unimaginable, dissipating,
Casual omnipotence.
This sequence of days:
Rosary of heartbeats,
Rosary of tears.
A meditation on dreaming
And waking.
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Seeded by other’s autumnal self-reflections, particularly Masqua’s Art…..
simonhlilly 