MEDITATION

In the darkness

a sun sinks down

through jungles of imagination

mired in mind

through wastelands of “why?”

In the daylight

a moon rides high

along a palpitating phrase

through saturated emptiness

where winds blow pollen

on a suspended seed.

 

The fear has passed

and my passion has burnt away

but what remains is like

the contentment of a confession.

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