awakening, Soul, the color of moments, vignettes, Winter

Dishes and Pans


Framed moments

In the kitchen I stand

See silver pans painted with the gleam of the sun

Burning white-hot awareness

Colorless shine reminds me of the good I’ve done, of the good I can do

Reminds me that I can take it, that I can make it

That I can roll out of the unbearable ordinariness of my appointed hours

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