Much Too Much

There is so much, isn't there?
Often there is much too much.
Hence, garland of beads.
Hence, meditation chair.

 

Yoga, deep breathing.
Shade of Cooke's Hollow.
Churn and swell and surge
of the fathomless Atlantic.

 

Vast forests of Vermont.
Snow-peaks of New Hampshire.
A thousand thousand stars
in a clear North Country sky.

 

Places of embracing dark
where silence grows and glows.
Sanctuaries, chapels.
Incense and cloisters.

 

Shrines that sprawl
with emblems of grief:
candles, flowers, teddy-bears.

 

Human arms where Spirit-love
is born and is reborn.





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-01 at 08:20

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