Under Brush

Out across the field hidden in dense underbrush
Some things begin to end and fall apart
To remain concealed
Creation bides it's time
Mantras repeat in mystic loops
The stars are brightly shining hoops
Of Light

Underneath the layers of thoughts unheard a rush
Of invisible waters are dreaming of streaming away
A surrepetitious hand stirs the curtains that veil
What is true what is not what is begotten to fail
May still be falling as fallen the shadows brush
by
Out across the field hidden in dense underbrush



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Written on 2025-10-14 at 19:42

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