Rose Nirvanda
Eight directions
The listening
catched seven
(whispers)
My tacit counter prayer:
Architect of Wind -
sketch the last one;
whence and where to
The wait never touches the edge
but veils a vague assurance
Rose Nirvanda
In thy center
I'll find my way out;
from promising past
and hopeless then
Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2009-04-15 at 00:06
Tags Karma  Nirvana  Stillness 
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Peter J. Kautsky |
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