ISHA

ISHA

The eastern horizon plays deep clouds
across our city skyline
rimmed in crimson, the sun rises again,
and this cup of tea is deep
and rich.

My hands reach now towards the sky
breathing light up and down
my spine; my hands reach down now
for the ground, folding inward, breath
flowing like water, a heart light
as air.

Taking a book from the shelf,
and still other books remain,
waiting to whisper secrets
from their pages, and today,
this cup of tea is deep
and rich.

PJ Church, 2015

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The dark side of enlightenment, the light side of endarkenment.
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