pond still at neap tide

Pond Song 3.68

 

In our porosity, a seed of agapeic mindfulness germinates, mingling richness and poverty, and paradoxical beyond dialectic. G&B 184

 

 

pond still at neap tide__low fog high-flying crows

rusts yellows bronzes greens__cobwebs spangle the beach rose

 

the lacy pattern trembles__you see what you can’t see

the cormorant has dived__the pond is ripple free

 

 

 

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