In My Meditation
And in my deep meditation, I am searching with a breathless sigh;
I am following the twisted path of a flowing stream,
and birds twitter and tweet from the trees a sweet melodic symphony;
a turtle rests on a rock and trees are trembling.
Bees fly! And I am weeping crystal tears from my third eye,
suddenly, I am in a garden beautiful and see a pretty church;
in the center of the garden surrounded by flowers of all hues,
there is a sign on the door that reads, DO NOT ENTER.
I turn away and the flowers are now rows of gray headstones,
somewhere, in this vast graveyard they all lay in rest;
gone to dust, no more breaths, no more pain, no more ever.
Now, by that flowing stream a thrush is singing sweetly.
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August 21, 2019
Poetry/Verse/In My Meditation
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1174-687-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, One Hundred and Thirty Six Words
sponsor, John Lawless
Third Place
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