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Autumnal Sojourn To “…Wee,…”
 

Talking the talk, walking the walk,
Even being the be hasn’t revealed me
To me. Has my trying been too ardent,
Straying so far, that I can't hear
With my soul's ear,
See with the eye of my heart,
Feel with my spirit's hands,
Thereby, knowing with the body
Of life's knowledge,
And imbue that wisdom?

Remembering, ends nor
Means are embraced.
Rather, the struggle well run,
Which uplifts us uncrowned,
Every moment humans race, and,
Grace can’t be sought, it seeks you,
I delve into quietude, vision,
Beyond Mu, to now.

While feeling sacred
On this All Hallow's Day,
I also feel pangs of the hungry,
So wrought by the profane,
For the food wasted by us
Could feed all the world's....
Yet, betwixt, in the mundane
It's only hurled. A graceful
Gleaning of a glimpse of....

(Mu, is a discernment within the direction of nothingness, within the studies of Zen Buddhism.)



Challenge :) Potpourri of Poetry: words: ardent, quietude, glimpse, imbue, vision; with AbbasEwe

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