- Gary Hunter
Meditation - June 14, 2020
meditation
mind bows to Self
slave and emperor bump heads
the throne expands
two hands shake
friends
meditation
mind bows to Self
slave and emperor bump heads
the throne expands
two hands shake
friends
when it’s all over will I return to the stream from where I came not in fin or web-toed nor sharp clawed from above or below without flash shadow or even a ripple but simply flowing making my way ho
Maybe I’ve just been feeling the weather unable to escape the relentless searing sun but you brought me upright when your voice threw me the shade of a fat summer cloud I remember the wonderful troubl
if not to hydrate parched bodies or find a leak in the roofs of miserable souls then to pour and pour and pour over a crazy world slow the talk and traffic and hope a few hear the silence that drips