currently in the lead for dumbest culture and country of all-time

the next
morning, the next
morning sun
again comes up.
hope-colored-clouds
in devotion to sun’s
silent rise. masts
of floating vessels
wear commitments
of perched birds.
watching.

what it
is is
a practice.
a letting go.
a doing, and
a non-doing.

the goal
of sitting, is
sitting. it is
realized,
by sitting.

thin and frequent, purple petals on a Spring flower, still tightly hugged to itself

Published by Zak

poetry of place. words in service of the wordless.

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