March 26, 2013 by chrisbkm
Soft tissue and bone
and rib-caged heart.
All deep and mysterious
or weighed by the pound?
Bent at the knees,
fingertips brushing new snow
off a drop of fresh blood.
Posted in Life, Poetry | Tagged mystery, poem, religion, seeking, snow, Tao, writing, Zen | 4 Comments
Your words always leave me feeling thoughtful and good.. you write wonderful poetry..
Thanks so much Lynne.
Lovely, once again.
Thank you, once again.
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