Day: March 13, 2023

 

“W hat do you mean”, Gwen implored, the strain obvious in her weary voice, “who exactly is pursuing Derek … and why?” The why was not so much a question, but a sigh of frustration. The answer was much too complicated to address at this hour.

She turned away from Zack, walked to the moonlit window, listening to the waves crash far below. She was trying to understand the recent events that brought her to this place in space, in time. I sit thousands of feet above the sea, she thought, but I am drowning in confusion. Her head was spinning, and she could feel the fatigue deep in her bones.

Too damned many mysteries to think about right now — better in the morning. Then, grabbing her shoulder bag with the mysterious envelope tucked safely inside, Gwen shuffled across the room, and collapsed on the bed.

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rob kistner © 2023

More poetry at: dVerse

 

 

L ost meditations have begun resurfacing in my waning december years. Reflections of mysteries I once pondered, of beauty beheld in the veiled truths I pursued.

In this moment, I am held suspended, in space in time. I sit thousands of feet above the sea of these mysteries, that drift before me, disturbed only by my faint breath, that beckons me inward to the bright center of joy, which wraps ‘round me.

Here, in a flutter of understanding, a flash of inner vision shudders me conscious, in shivering anticipation of discovery — an insight into awareness of a perspective which has not been glimpsed by me before.

It is of that which cannot be named, clouded in the secrets of the infinite, entwined in threads of forevermore, that bind fast my dreams — to carry them onward, effortlessly timeless. Radiant, I surrender, as these lost meditations unfold.

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rob kistner © 2023

More poetry at: dVerse