Monastery at night
silence rubs its woolen robes
through darkened halls of carpeted saints
this quiet cloistered night
the stained glass darkened now
to weep in the morning sun
on choir stalls of tear stained oak
ego strains at its human leach
while being drowned in conscious
gentle meditations of emptiness
yellow flame in honoured stillness
sanctuaries the tabernacle in
human red to assure the searcher
he is not alone
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2022-03-12 at 06:36
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