gentle

in a lake of earth’s reverie
the soul is a flowering island..
with a willow moon as satellite
and aerial stars of mist as wind

not quite the entity of ether,
not quite a landing mapped clear-
simply a drift along tenderness,
the ineffable dance of being

(art by Veneta Docheva)

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