Bloodrose Woods


bloodrose woods

elegiac in your beauty

with golden leaves falling

softer than rain

i bring words to your wordlessness

my questioning mind would refuse

your light

but you draw me back in

guiltlessly, unceasing pull

of mindfulness-no-mind :

there is a wheel turning forever

noiseless in the depths of this forest

and i pray to be born to you, over

again and again


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