So far. . .
Seeking a future turn
A new flow to hold
A slow trip to Plum Village
To slow my candle burn
Slowly sip upon your gaze
Gently slip into your fold.
So far . . .
I missed your knock on my door.
I lost your visit but heard your curse.
Your shine and balance seems lost and spent.
Stopping by to share and vent.
You knocked to verse.
To seek a new dance.
Take another chance.
To hold your arch
above the maple floor.
So far . . .
N still dreams.
Still dreams in LaLa Land.
She holds sway her shine.
A shine that melts everyman.
I'm still glad you're here.
In this life, in this space.
Frankl and Rumi lie so still.
They still smile at your subtle grace.
N
It's time re-enter from afar.
Time to visit Cap d'Antibes and taste the star.
Sip it slowly to bring it near.
It lives within to fulfill.
So far . .
My hamartia still churns my curse.
It flickers with ease to burn deep scars.
As it drips these words to script my verse.
Yet I hold my core tight.
For its moment to be.
Still seeks it might.
So far...
It seems true that a mindful universe
Seeks its purpose
It shifts and sways
To light my gaze.
Gifting sweet grace
To live my verse.