Lotus Pods

 

Our lives intertwine.
Shadows cross to perpetuate
Patterns that spread
Across time.

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I Sit by the Shore

I sit by the shore
waves course in
the sun settles to the horizon
the light grows chromatic
and then fades away.

The sound of the waves
rumbles and simmers.

The moment renewing itself
evolving
never the same
riding fractal waves
of cycle and variation.

I’m here

I’m aware

I’m writing

It feeds me by example
by its amplitude
by its rhythmic
unfolding.

The Plenitude of Being

It draws

me

out.

01.27.10

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