The Patience

Waiting,
For these words
To come from me,
Through me,
And manifest ideas
Within the deepest
Hole in me.

No thunder.
Just silence.
I’m listening –
Anxiously
For inspiration…
The conditioned
Part of me.
It’s an illusion
Created effortlessly.

(C) 2012 brownsugatou

    

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