Friday, October 26, 2012
The Sage
She erupts in stillness
all thoughts emptied.
The cosmos is her home now
her dwelling place —
her cave
A visit with her
is like a walk by a mountain stream
Fresh, alive
with acute vision
of what is not there
The sage
takes her learning
and lets it roll downstream
If you catch a bubble
float with it.
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