When the heart is clear
18 June 2020
Smothered chest
night’s dark reflections
to ponder
I gathered
the dreamtime’s buried landscapes
into wake of day
The wonder
Decomposing nights
into day
Through the light
we often recover sight
when the dark is cleared
Bosom reared
handiwork of soul
From the start
to the end
it always knows what to mend
when the heart is clear
Reading of the poem:
Shinnobu – Heal me
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