In This Late Night Silence
In this late night silence,
no one here but me,
I am being
slowly deprogrammed,
unraveled, unhinged, unfurled.
In this ever-widening space of no time,
there is nothing to say
and everything,
songs unwritten
now being hummed in another world,
a thousand Zen koans, unasked,
spinning in great circles around me,
the one who waits for an answer
out for a stroll
and noticing
a single daisy.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at August 8, 2022 04:12 AM
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