lost meditations resurface
in these november years
reflections of mysteries once pondered
beauty beheld
of veiled truth pursued
in quiet depth
disturbed only by faint breath
beckoning me inward
to the bright center of joy
where a flutter of understanding
in a snap-flash of oneness
shudders me conscious
in shivering anticipation
of that which is not known
that which cannot be named
in the twilight of this finite
as threads of evermore
bind fast my dreams
to carry them onward
effortlessly
I gently surrender
as lost meditations resurface
in my november years
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rob kistner © 2008
(revision © 2018)
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