Mindfullessness
original poetryfeaturing photographs by DavidMnr
I.
Between the bonneting trees I weave:
mindless,
mindful, meandering.
Some distant elder holds the fog-netting;
I am caught
in the strange liberty of ignorance.
Trails compelled by motion too subtle to see
weltering off
in every direction possible,
into purple oblivion,
lead me further past the caution
I equipped
on my sash at the entrance to woodland glade.
II.
What is past the white-green sentry?
sword-and-scabbard-dulled,
a warrior's query.
Along the russet boundary,
my hope burgeoning,
I found the fountainhead's heart.
Sink me into worn grooves—
past all flaws.
Lock me into gates of light
to be healed
through spirit-thrumming sync
in surreal locale.
III.
Timeless lack of fear
brought forth by divine will
beckoned me paradise.
The arrhythmia of temp'ral wings
banished by ordinary ecstasy
traces me in its disjunct shadow.
In the pastel intersection of forms
I am liberated
from the extremes that stalk me.
I am blurred
into mindfullessness
by bonneting trees.
Written by
7/14/18
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Photographs by
DavidMnr
.1 — "New season"
2 — "And the day at comes"
3 — "Dreams or reality?"
I am caught—
weltering off into purple oblivion.
I equipped, sword-and-scabbard-dulled,
my hope burgeoning past all flaws to be healed
in surreal locale brought forth by divine will,
now banished by ordinary ecstasy,
I am liberated
Into mindfullessness.
