Dewdrop World

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.
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