This poem comes as gift at midnight when it would not leave me alone until it was born.
In winter
Leafless trees
Permit the sound of
A train at sea level
To escape through spaces between branches
And traverse hills to settle in my ears,
Where the clickclickclick blends
With the swishswishswish on I-5.
In winter
Unadorned Essence
Permits the pristine sound of
Virgin truth to
Break through superficial debris,
And unlock the ears of consciousness
Where it couples with compassion
To awaken and prod the unsuspecting Soul.
© rita h kowats 2014
tree drawing by buchi-nei-calzini.blogspot.com – tumblr
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Rita – this is beautiful! What powerful images and feelings these words evoke. Resonant. Lovely.
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I so appreciate your taking the time to comment so authentically. Thank you. I continue to be astonished at how our lives intersect when we are willing to go deep and share deep. It is as though whatever needs to be touched hangs in the universe waiting for the right moment, then…INTERSECT!
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Well said, my friend. 😉
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