i’ve lost my self again
leaves have left bare branches
rustling copper floor reminds me
of another bygone summer
it’s bearable to live in a world
of permanent dreams and affixed souls
crafting ideals to incant hope escape
but fear is fearing fear
outside an oasis of sleeping visions
a sideways hourglass lies in the sands
fleeting mountains ever migrating
restless body of the wind
dreams unburden the dying from death
looming but the worldly hourglass persists
perceptible in dreams by its absence
and i know this precipice already
this fall
the soundless manifest the formless manifest
the gateless gate the unblinking lidless eye
the sheer expanse of freedom
reborn
serene buddhas smile
i’ve lost a muse again
was she ever really there?
all things blossom disintegrate
fall
answering winter’s silent call
a moon hangs low this morning
a blemished orange face fills the sky
who am i? the same illuminated witness?
the same kaleidoscope of fading dreams…
About the Creator
Donald Quixote
Hopeless romantic,
adventurer in paradox;
so it goes
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