Mirrors

raindrops cleanse
on a cloudy day
I forsake my reflection
and see farther

Stained Glass

The sun through
the chartreuse bottle
evokes a holy space;

stained glass

clarity
of contemplation

and a quiet reassurance

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Driftwood

Today, I shall be driftwood
Carried by the sea waves
And the many currents
Of travel and possibilities
And when I grow tired
I shall wash up on a fragrant beach
And bleach as white as the sands I rest upon

Meditation

In a river of words
I prefer a perfect silence;
The simple act of being
Is acknowledging myself

A Unique Existence

I have made friends with silence
And that state of being which requires no effort
The inhale and exhale, a more natural meditation
Alone
Than in classes where yogic enlightenment
Is another excuse to avoid
Divisibility by 1

Meditation

If I closed my eyes
Would the world cease to exist?
Hold a sightless peace