My shadow marks and fades
Much like my sense of self
Sleepy it blinks
As clouds drift by
No shape of “me” is left
-a.r.
Beach Shadow by Rob Wilson
~ by April on May 4, 2014.
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Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Impermanence, meditation, Micropoetry, No-self, poetry, Self, Shadow, Sitting, Zen
Smiles
Smiles back…from the shadows. š
Delicious creature.
You new post, Sanctuary Lost, on your own blog was wonderful. The raw vulnerability was moving. I was right there with the one screaming (you?) I commented on your page, but I am sure you know (although perhaps in a different context) that I know this scream, those tortured nights, the loss of sanctuary. I think that was my favorite of yours thus far. It felt…well…real. Thank you for sharing it.
I am inspired.
It is always my pleasure to share. I write, I cannot imagine not. Smiles. Thank you for your kind words.