Skin trembling day after day,
Heart fumbling out a new rhythm,
Unsettled by the news
Sorrow seeping into bones,
Crevices deep with ancient holding[……]
A slant of setting sun
dances its way
across the mountains
and lies on the tall standing grasses
of the meadow
I look up from my thoughts
The past, present, and future
are constructions of the mind.
The heart only wants to love in the moment.
If you can let go of your thinking[……]