Poem ( untitled ) Read on Air ( Wednesday 9/7/16 )

Rob Sullivan | Posted over 2 years ago.

Rob Sullivan original work

Nothing cleaver comes to mind
precious perceptions prescribed
by muses floating on Summer breeze
indwelling another hand's soul

this a day quite ordinary
with nary a hint, a wink
a nod to special ways
to hear-smell-taste-fell-see

so, let's sit a while
tarry in this place
just a few minutes more
and wait, wait for the ceasing

let it all go
winding to the sea
rising in the air
raining down on me

there is an ebb and a flow
yes, a yin and a yang
darkness will give way to light
Winter his Spring, Summer her Fall

words will come and go
it is the beauty, the awe
that does remain shining
clear warm loving and true

to remain open to impermanace
allow another's suffering
to break your heart of hearts
here is the doorway to perception

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