poem © Jeffrey Beaty
November 29, 2016 — 7:30 pm
19 lines
A poem that came to mind while getting my Zen on one evening. 😉
BACK TO THE FIRE by Jeffrey Beaty
Back to the fire
I sit on the floor
Cross-legged
My mind rises and flows
Like the smoke
Streaming up the flue
It's caught as it pours
Pulled from the chimney
A kite on the wind
Dancing in the eddies
Through the cold gray night
Effortless
Exploring the moment
Content
Rising and falling
Like my breath as
Back to the fire
I sit on the floor
Cross-legged