"Above the Fog" by Michael P. Garofalo
Filed in: Michael P. Garofalo
echoes from the canyon walls --
raindrops on the river.
The sounds of rocks bouncing off rocks;
the shadows of trees traced on trees.
I sit, still.
The canyon river chants,
The sermon spun on the still point:
dropping off eternity, picking up time;
letting go of self, awakened to Mind.
Michael P. Garofalo, Above the Fog