relentless winds
of my arid homeland
wail as banshees
within my soul
the cusp of energy
is a dust storm
raging in my psyche
this torrent is clearing
a path before me
all the tangled briars
of long ago loves
the twisted vines
traumas have cultivated
the stone mountains
that have formed
from iced over oceans
of emotions never revisited
all these are being swept away
to leave a smooth path
of Zen attuned sand
in its wake
upon the sand Fate
writes the way
to you
No comments:
Post a Comment