As I enter
This room, empty
Is that sixth sense
Frailty, fear or
Is the nothingness
Not undone but
Unrun, the compressed
Ever at rest
Coil of a silent spring?

1 comment:

  1. At any moment now, expectant hope bursts forth when preparation meets opportunity.

    Think of the steady hum of a hummingbird in flight.

    Or an arrow on the string of a bow, taut and poised before the target.

    So still...yet holds more force than the bustle of mere activity.


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