Meditation
It moves slowly through
eye of the eye seeing you
Blank stares, darkened blue
If thoughts are the flames
casting shadows in our lives
embrace the darkness
Flickering light beams
still pass through shadows of night
what dreams now take flight
tourniquet yourself
release the tension inside
fresh blood rushes in
oxygen breathes flame
and from nothing comes something
from nothing, something
Morning sun brings dew
things anew, things anew here
morning sun brings dew
Fire casting shadows,
bringing light to the darkness,
the re-growth, the re-growth.
Re-grow, harvest, the felled trees that are
notched, together without nails.