Clenching your fist, devouring the feast
You mourn for the street tailor to your east
While the sun sinks to your west
A whir of the machine from his nest
And you move to your west
with your clenched fist
Only to rediscover-
You are the center of divine
Where all his shadows rest.....
Unfinished Business
9 years ago
5 comments:
Clenched fists sound like things need softening. I understand that. I needed to work on softening my heart and am still working on it. I too believe we are all the center of divine. This is lovely writing.
Congratulations on POTW on the Goddess' blog.
Thank you so very much :)
Yes, we are the center of divine- a juxtaposition of all possible individual percepts of reality..
I like the way you interpret clenched fist...:)
Regards~ Sayandeep
I know I should have left a comment much earlier..but better late than never..and it's great that I dropped by your blog because I loved it :)
Keep up the good work!
It matters little when you leave it but whether or not you'd leave it at all...:)
Thank you so very much.. :)
Regards~ Sayandeep
It matters little when you leave it but whether or not you'd leave it at all...:)
Thank you so very much.. :)
Regards~ Sayandeep
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