Languid moments follow
Sun’s final thoughts
Bounds the sky
From golden to indigo
Wherein abides such grace
There I, manifest, serenity
Tag: manifest
Possibilities
A thought rises through the fog
Beautiful, perhaps
Or dangerous
Maybe both
As beauty and danger
Often are
Risk
The blade of possibility
Honed to fine edge
So that with a stroke
We may manifest the exquisite
Or sunder it
Whether through intent
Fortune or folly
Shadow in the Mist
Sometimes
I seem
Even to myself
As a shadow
In the mist
I seem
Even to myself
As a shadow
In the mist
Irresolute
Unfulfilled
Incomplete
I remind myself
Step
Into my being
Out of the shadows
Beyond the mist
Steadfast
Manifest
Consummate
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