November 29 / 2022 – New Moon
... there, that early October, when I got up long before sunrise after my first night's sleep, I could only reason in poetic form. And my heart was planted there.
birds sleep
dogs bark
there's a song in the distance...
a brush stroke of red flashes amidst constellations
on the ground
light is one but it has many forms
east calls the sun
sunflowers wait without expectations... they know...
mist is now the star... it comes in waves
of lightness and love
oh, the magnificence of darkness..!!
I meditate in Paradise