Sep 1, 2021

the sound of someone walking slowly


naked heart in solitude, 


empty of deeds, 

devoid of fear, 

devoid of hatred. 

invisible in the garden of the soul, 

invisible to night rain that drops from heaven 

like monkeys scampering down from the sacred trees. 


on the sharp slice of the pine woods 

the waiting was long and hard. 

wind and storm. 

what dedication just to be still and empty, 

and fully present. 

and then the sound of someone walking slowly 

through the wet twigs and the fallen leaves. 

go ahead, 

say the names of all the gods out loud. 

one at a time. 

say them over again.


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