Sunday, November 6, 2016

Eastern Standard Spiritual

Nine prophetic snow birds on bare ground.

The golden oak leaves of November burnishing the river.

Sea clouds, contrails, and the last clear skies of Daylight Savings Time.

Bare trees deconstruct the house of horrors.

As the abstract matrix of docks and boats are dropped on shore,
the current is open, spontaneous, and unified.

Now the silver waxing fleck of moon in sapphire sunshine afternoon!

If one tears the construct down, one will find oneself in being.

In that awareness reflected in this consciousness,
this so-called feeling called affectionate awareness,
is abiding absolution.

Unknown but never nothing, that is all.

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