Satori

I endure -

this is

the way of the unblessed

in a land of storms;

A moment expands -

scared river on the hills

then back

tumbling

sandwalking

in a land of worms;

Holding hope

by the beat of heart,

closures

ever birthing

in a land of proms;

And then a candle

burns through -

fragrant at night;

The blessed

have their heavens;

The unblessed,

satori;

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