The Owl and the Meditator
In the midst of meditation
Sinking into silence
In the setting sun
Comes the haunting hoot
Of an obscure owl
In the nearby autumn woods
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Echoing the quiet question
Resonating in the recesses
Of my primordial mind,
Who, Who, Who, Who
Am I?
Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2009
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