Sense of self
my water glass
pristine, full
survivor of
a drunken brawl
what keeps it intact?
Only Grace.
It’s not what I do,
think, don’t do
don’t think
it’s simply being
awake to notice.
Witness is Player.
my water glass
pristine, full
survivor of
a drunken brawl
what keeps it intact?
Only Grace.
It’s not what I do,
think, don’t do
don’t think
it’s simply being
awake to notice.
Witness is Player.
with each petal
i cleanse of
my self
Earth’s face
shines more
clear
each smile
i direct
inside gently
rocks Earth’s
children