Neural Crest
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From my "Old Meditator" series.
Reflecting from the Now on the Then...
A Taoist possibly lamenting Buddhism
A shaft of light, this spine.
Bounded by bones,
draped in rottables.
Pathway of consumables,
the lone remarkable.
Still, I hold straight
the light.
Still, I insist on
this dent
this where
this place
on my cushion.
At start, spine
straight.
Incense stick
straight.
By now, spine
straight.
Incense:
tendril & ash.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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