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leaves
arrive
where?
fresh from sleep
beginning to awaken into
that spaceless place where questions remain
more engaging than answers. this wonder
without landing alights
square around one nogginless mind
a crown worn cockeyed, jaunty even
consonant & vowel free fall ~ misha
Oh, how beautiful! All of it!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, super beauty in the abstract swirling poetry of all seeing-ness. Love your little poem, too, in particular the "jaunty" aspect.
ReplyDeleteThanks, you two.
ReplyDeleteRick, there's much to be said for well timed jauntiness, and what could be more well timed than the timeless nod? Your comment made me smile.