To the Point
Fog obscures horizon, drawing close the stone arches in surf
-accept struggle for what it is
Ocean waves crash in a sinkhole, splashing like a creature in a vast bathtub
-take joy in the unexpected
Rocky coves precede a rare virgin beach
-love without attachment
A big boulder cupcake
-fill to satiation
Peaks of petrified pilings
-peaceful
Cracked columns form castles
-contentment
Arched caves of symmetrical repeating doorways
-offer compassion for all living things
Confetti flowered hazel hills
-in afterglow
Leave bare skin exposed on paper to the mountain’s clouds
-cool fever burned hands
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(photo by Jillian Standish)
I've told you before I love this poem, and I'll say it again.
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ReplyDeleteI really like this crazy-zen poem bringing together vast images from the natural world and the inner insights of buddhist awareness. So good to discover your poem blog!
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