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Originally written to log short meditation sessions during the month of September 2023. A view through a window, some days the gaze turned inward. Anticipation, desire, a fleeting moment of clarity or illusion. Even illusions can have a grain of truth in them, sometimes.
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minutes pass in words
adrift, many thoughts anchor
only an act of rest
2
erratic bird chirps
or a broken clock that ticks?
passing shiver knows
3
neither true nor false
tonight not yet tomorrow
words in a bottle
4
cloudlessly deep sky
sunlight casts eastern shadows
morning to the soul
5
three birds hold discourse
as water gushes nearby
eyelids pay no heed
6
ghoul at the window
a wind's early rehearsal
sleepless evening
7
window's last raindrops
papers flutter in response
a promise fulfilled
8
two sudden sharp jabs
reminder before moving
nobody controls
9
plane crosses distance
announcing its arrival
cloudy dusk unseen
10
clouds brood over rain
plate clangs tap fizzles door bangs
elusive silence
11
resisting calmness
its energy diffuses
meeting thereafter
12
numb hands clasping still
before a torrent of words
crystalline nothing
13
sleep beckons closer
high voice on a distant wind
behold, fickle mind
14
greying clouds gather
under another rumble
a bright sun gives chase
15
chorusing in turns
cicadas and steel-welders
bus at the stop sighs
16
a cool morning breeze
distantly cicadas call
perhaps the last song
17
empty road nearby
a crow inquires too early
no answers today
18
little bird twitters
drill interrupts instantly
with lengthy lecture
19
late morning, waiting
will anyone come today?
bird's curious chirp
20
skylight before noon
new kitchen faucet whistles
bird in tree, sweetly
21
no expectation
not for future fulfillment
nothing has meaning
22
irrational thoughts
leaves scattering in the wind
view after breakfast
23
more afternoon plans
chartreuse slowly turns ochre
risshu no sencha
24
swoosh of rushing cars
yips echo across a street
man and dog strolling
25
chocolate cake slice
once tasted but uneaten
between sense and sleep
26
deep into midnight
voice low, timbre resonates
clearly in the dark
27
kitchen timer rings
banishing a moment's thought
yet both forgotten
28
forest of futures
one mind wanders and returns
transport still present
29
pale light reaches in
casts shadows over bookshelf
the roundest full moon