Opened a window
Shut another
To see something new
To discover the self
To experience newness
In the being , in the life
Collected the past
For introspection
No lamentation
A look of search
An expression of curiosity
Is all that now my eyes bear.
Hands on the sill,
Body stretched out,
Absorbing the freshness
Receiving enlightenment from the sun
A calmness from the moon
A rigorous urge
A blissful patience
The hands stretch out no more
Yearning and craving
Just supporting my being
They await the time of -
Touch of the compatible soul.
At far I see someone
Someone I do not care for
Yet the care for me
Prevails there.
An aperture to my future
The open window.
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