Still Point

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“Our awareness leaves us defenseless”

–H.D. The Walls do not Fall, 27

 

 

 

Like an assassin’s garrote,

A grape vine swirls around

The surrounding trees;

It pulls itself toward light,

Tangling through the clotted

Branches, among the shadow.

 

At dusk, the edge

Of the earth’s present;

Unlike the dawn,

Where it’s disguised

In a radiant light.

To be aware is to vanish.

Totality’s moment

Slips past unnoticed.

 

(January 26, 2018)

 

 

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