Sunday, November 1, 2009
An Empty Wood
Shanti,
shanti,
shanti.
Lately
the ten thousand
multi-colored leaves have fallen
and the woods are now
this timeless revelation
that
the living crystal waters of
this long lost hidden pond
were always there,
like a bright blue inner eye—
reflecting endless depths
of empty sky.
~Son Rivers 2009
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