A Winter Swan: Poetry

These are delectable days,
where the mind slips into silence
and all fades away into The White

Everything speaks to me as oneness;
And the yearnings, once convinced 
of their own importance fade into snowflakes

At last, the fire rages no more;
It has burned into a cold lake I skate across,
a lone figure composed of belief and unbelief all at once

Attaining Grace without anguish or desolation 
as I create the symbol of Infinity 
upon the icy plane of my consciousness

Coming to rest at the Center,
having matured through many seasons
to Be as I am:

A Winter Swan.


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