imagine a sky dancer
in a barren firmament
no clouds to lounge around on
no stream of light to glide on
no pearly mist to bathe in
no warmth to cavort in
no constellation to reflect
not even a wind to ride on
*
in the in-between
we are-
a thousand cranes draw
the vastness of the sky
*
open gorges
sudden gaps
when a cracked cup served
by kind hands gives rise
to the most fragrant tea
when the sound of rain drops
on a murky train window
heralds rifts in the silence
when the dying on paved
stones is gleaned at the tip
of wild butter cups
when the breath stirs
the chiming of a bell
far, far away
When holding you
brings me back home
the only home I know
when the rustling of leaves
whispers the sweetness
of a world shared
only emptiness
contains it all
Radiance
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