On this
bright day
the lines
of the hills shine,
the
mountains behind look massive
and
undisturbed in the blue.
On the
narrow road before the park
there’s
that silence that’s a rustling,
the sun and
leaves’ fingers playing,
playing but
almost still.
Walking I
gaze at the asphalt
with the
shadows of the leaves
and I think
of all I know
and do
not know,
the breath,
ungraspable
and familiar,
of things.
2 comments:
A perfect platform for a meditation. Thanks for this.
I particularly like the opening here, your description of the ranks of mountains works very well
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