grounding my being
Posted: January 11th, 2012, 8:16 am
oranges against the sky
blue bottles near a window
your hand reaching inside me
with ten ox herding pictures
to the river, I ride the bull you have tamed
I sit upon the wisdom
of leaves and grass
a distant flute announces the presence
of all things in a water drop, I write poetry
from its circular patterns.
~A
blue bottles near a window
your hand reaching inside me
with ten ox herding pictures
to the river, I ride the bull you have tamed
I sit upon the wisdom
of leaves and grass
a distant flute announces the presence
of all things in a water drop, I write poetry
from its circular patterns.
~A
