Silence

 

the virgin pond…
amid the wisdom of quiet lotus buds
my understanding blooms
moonlight mind penetrates all
life's secrets
now seen clearly
thick with the feast of the senses
the pond, bosom of life,
homes the heron in my soul.
silence…

silence…
homes the heron in my soul.
the pond, bosom of life,
thick with the feast of the senses
now seen clearly
life's secrets
moonlight mind penetrates all
my understanding blooms
amid the wisdom of quiet lotus buds
the virgin pond…

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Note: A poem in palindrome form, read in either direction.

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david coyote
September 5, 2000
Updated June 13, 2006

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