Saturday, March 29, 2008

doubt it


head bowed to the storm
integrated within unseen
prison of self doubt


to find the arrow through the eye
the mind makes a shift
to open interpretation


shadow without sunshine
suspension of time
hangs on the edge of the season


like snowflakes falling
humble soft and open
emerge from empty

Without arrogance for there is no scale to measure against, humility allows gentle to pervade.

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