Draw a circle, yet nothing is contained.
Make a dot, and nothing is signified.
A line cannot get you from here to there
Because there is nowhere to go.

The seas of reality parted me,
And everything        rushed          out.

The scent of a single raindrop tickled me.
I swooned
And the seas opened me again.

Like the tides rolling in
Obliterating all shapes and contours,
My mind is denuded of its stubble.

I am made new, over and over again.
Creation awakening.

About Donna Mitchell-Moniak

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2 Responses to Enso

  1. kathy crater says:

    exquisitely beautiful. I especially enjoyed the phase’ My mind was denuded of its stubble.’

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