Are those fireflies
come to join my meditation
or all the stars
a constellation
above the grass
as waves crash
in a quiet ebb and flow
of breeze
that catches in trees
and that?
a soft bowl chime
Rinpoche
reminds
or the bell buoy
just offshore
marking time
and breeze,
the tease
of stars
Poem ©2022, Jen Payne. Image: Nicholas Roerich, Star of the Hero.
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