Sunday, August 7, 2016

7 August 2016






Shedding dead flakes of skin
Used to conceal that which is true

Stand before the clock, ready
To die in order to be born again

Under a new sky; too bright
To behold, yet it is there.

No more under the weight
Of others; they are used as wood

For the fire to kill and destroy
Making way for the clearer path.

Flowers unfurl with heady perfume

Under a river of mud; the lotus is silent.




(Riverside Cemetery - Jackson, Tennessee - photo by Kimberly B. Richardson)

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