Monday, November 10, 2014

Morning’s come...

by Renton de Alwis

Like a Zen artist master 
once met in meditation
dissects this form we see beautiful
into million cells of shapeless voids
to understand the beauty of truth
of pain, of want, of greed, of life, of love
of the softness of a morning come
of sun powered days
and moonless nights...

I seek to see a satori truth

and close my eyes
greet rays of sun
in dark disdain.

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