Meditation Hour
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
A protein or atomic space
Neutrality speaks like
A pink lotus
teaches as my Muse
Its a cardamom pip
I disappear into its blackness
then the car door
Banged !!
At the hour
©ghairodanielspoetry2018
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