can’t open them up
in the dark of this morning air
it is two hours before sunrise
the ice here
has made my fingers go uncomfortably numb
not the farmer or the first to get the crop
sun rising through glass doors
reflection bright off the shiny floor
eyes turn to pin point dots
for a second blind to the hand in front of face
four hours of sleep finally catching up
up with candle light conversation
so many people pass on through this life
this one conversation became different
that floating feeling has returned again
trying to slow things down so the mind
has time to catch up still bathing
in Zen thought words by A.Watt
things seems so simple and clear
by seven in the evening still
unable to unite mind and body
into a comfortable state…
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