On an

infinite sea of wordlessness
tiny crafts of sound,

meanings loosening.

The purification of silence.

Revealing the masterwork.

To grasp it,
Open your hand.


4 thoughts on “Esoter

    • And the meanings we find from either a walk in the woods, or as in my case, a contemplation on the loss of language which progressed in the writing of this, from a very real fear on my part, to a satisfying acceptance. I shouldn’t be surprised with the synchronicity but there is such a frisson and smile with it. 🙂

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