Tuesday, October 27

Northwest Rain

if enlightenment is a perpetual state
what then of impermanence?

hearing voices say
to challenge in the worst of ways
you'd sit for the best to arise

taking steps to come undone
she wonders
what next on this unpaved road

then
foots hit pavement
and she's wishing for clay
yet remaining open to what is

the brightness of this autumn day
shadows her internal rain

she starts again
afresh
anew
like moss in the Northwest
for Samhain

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