*north coast zen
swollen rockpools
welcome my warm flesh
creek water plays over my body/mind
pebbles and small stones
give way under my feet
i push down
with my heels
then
float
no longer here
there ...
in between
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by wisp 2010-03-23 22:04:13
hidden by mist
a cacophony of life
chirps, howls
and warbles
in the undergrowth
and canopy
I stoop over and
admire a
wild
jungle orchid,
rare and exquisite
muffled by forest chatter
I hear the faint
sound
of a jungle drum
beating
a hypnotic rhythm
through the mist