Tuesday, May 22, 2012


Dewdrop World


This dewdrop world
Is but a dewdrop world
. . . and yet?
                         Isso









A delve into roses inside out.
                                        The petals fan and flair with the nurture of dew.

                                                                

               
Shadows pose behind and beyond; shapes and curtains flow.







Harmony of upside down and turn around in traces and hearts unfurl.





What self-conversation stumbles among the shapes that reveal a secret core?







To peer, without haste and permit the eyes and nose to investigate. The hands and body bend to each shrine of nature. 


What musicality trails the leaves.  A taste of tart and surprise entreats.


. . . and yet?
Awake in the wild of impermanence, the temple
draws an adventurer.



What do I know of secrets I don't understand?
Like dew, a phantom or the flare of sunset gone.  With hope revisited.




and  yet . . . to awaken and arrive again at dawn.



Creative Write:  Write about impermanence.
Choose a metaphor to expand.

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