contemplative

jadelkKYOTO AUTUMN

 

You toss a pebble: air unfurls

 

then a raw satin ripple

 

spreads across the shaded pond,

 

widening jade

 

gyred in this circular calm.

 

We die a beauty-death.

 

Pierced by a heaven far-removed

 

that baffles & dazes.

 

We are but a jot of being

 

bathing in that radiant pleasure.

 

Too soon we return to our regulated lives

 

& realize we’ve forgotten

 

an easy map to paradise.

 

 

3 comments

  1. Dear Kallie,

    You have a magic pen! This poem gives the reader such a sense of being
    there. Graceful and gentle and oh, so very wise, “contemplative”
    slows the world and lets the natural order of things soothe the soul.
    It is so good to have you back in your chair at the Pub’s fireside. We miss
    you when you’re not here!

    I am a huge fan of Eastern influenced poetry. Thank you for this one!

    Sarah

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  2. Hi Kallie

    So lovely and reflective this piece — indicative of Asian thought and verse/ And yes, we toss our thoughts in a a pause of moment of repose like that pebble into a pool of thought. We are transported momentarily to a silent paradise and then return to our routine. But for that moment, we are uplifted and transformed. You capture this with your poem!!

    So much enjoyed!
    Wendy

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