Sunday, October 16, 2011

day 279 ~ balance


Search for the deepest forest to traverse
the one with the blackest shadows
the most lovely dappled light,
sometimes blazing. Journey through
brambles, sweet wild flowers
crunching leaves and unknown eyes
in the night. Seek, for the dawn
is bound to break. A bough,
deserving of a bow for the rest bestowed
beneath, waves. Dreaming this density
and breath, sit within center
rooted in Knowing.

beneath the dapple tree ~ misha


  1. Wonderful writing for this piece, Misha. I love the tree as well.

  2. Thanks, Ange.

    Rick, I'm not entirely sold on that last line, but sometimes I have to come around to fully appreciating my own "stuff"...then again, sometimes things are in need of a good tweak. I'm up in the air on this one, but that's okay. What's a little more imperfection added to an already imperfectly perfect world? The meaning remains intact, despite the fact...

    eh, never mind :) my guess would be that you know what I'm saying anyway.

    I appreciate the appreciation.