unmastered

unmastered

 

 

to start, to walk

 

 

at the cusp

 

where is she founded?

 

awareness—

 

 

flesh around the bones

belongs to her

 

 

better her than the wind

 

***

 

this segment of the woods—

does not disperse

with the breath

 

sensitive to thought

noise and the wide open aperture

at noon

 

 

(an imperceptible hinge–starts

 

the continuous now

 

 

 

***

 

 

proliferate

small beings

flit

from an echo

 

peripheral

relations—

 

we read them in their bones

 

 

***

 

 

water

collects around an edge—

through—

beyond—

woven-in—

 

all, all the sky

the brush

the ribs

birds

breath

all, woven-in

 

 

***

 

 

one step

 

one step

 

 

in the sand

repetition

 

 

silence

 

 

***

 

there are no masters

no tether

no never

no lonely stone

 

***

 

 

when at the end,

 

 

keep walking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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