Contemplation
It's
time
to stop,
sink into
the lush space between
this moment and the next, before
the starving ghosts of story, gnash at my lonely heels,
before the cycle of my need is hidden. Time now to squeeze between the splintered shards
of untrue tales. Ignore the schemes that bring me nothing.
Unwind into rich spaciousness
provided when my
fears float
away
far
off.
