Exhaustion finds the trail-blazed feet
whose ceaseless steps can’t match
the destination not quite known —
Resting there, perched on a rock,
beseeching shade and wind reprieve
from heat and silence felt alone —
How obvious, as day recedes to dark,
yet so inscrutable that luring spark.
Notes:
If you force a meditation and it fails, was it worth the effort? Same for writing in circles. Like working out, I suppose I have to break back into things slowly and expect a few duds.
T: 23