Epiphany

Is life over when day and night no longer matter,
a flock of birds in an instant, with one shot they scatter,
same routine, that with age has caught up with those
who noticed, those to busy to have realized still feel
to breathe,
I have gathered to me an alliance with silence,
I know every stitch in my five hundred dollar rug,
I know the season that rapidly passes,
surely there must be more for me to accomplish,
why must everything be hidden?, to give it more zeal when found,
or maybe I've missed the point all together,
and all had nothing to do with the seasons, or the weather....

Good moment to all,
D ~

 

incredible, i loved it. the height of zen

 

Thanks Tree/F,
for your time to read and reply..
Peace,
Devon K. ~

 

I like it. The uncertainty adds to the beauty of it; it's not only honest, but it says how such truth is in a way beyond our understanding. but maybe understanding is not the important thing, eh? Good shit man, keep posting

 

To me this writing is beautiful; silently, steadily, filled with enlightened prayers.







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Thank all for your time to read, and reply,
Peace,
Devon K. ~