Short Poems, August 2016

The wind

The wind

and the noise of the mind;

so alike.

……………………………………………..

Everyday

The world ends everyday.

Just not for you.

……………………………………………..

Kriya

A tree

Tossed in the wind;

A flood

Coursing over stones.

………………………………………………….

Trauma in the subtle body

You wove it this way

Now you must unpick

Each thread.

……………………………………………………

The ear

Tell me of your crimes.

I am patient;

I am listening.

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