30 days of poems – 2019 {8}
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on learning to breathe
(again)
nothing is ever forgotten
but rather, buried
one day you will decide to clean
and sweep aside a leaf
and there it will be:
the empty bowl
of everything
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. . . . .
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April 8th, 2019 at 9:04 am
“the empty bowl
of everything”
That’s exactly it.
April 12th, 2019 at 4:19 am
a koan, really. rarely are four words so fraught ~