Stillness

Watches the shadows‎

Light creates in the night room‎

My flat feet slip up towards my body

Makes  the V of my legs reflect and I am ever so still..... air does not move 

And it's naked skin moisture sweats over

It doesn't matter if I was in a monastary,. A mansion or a molehut, I am always the same.

And grateful in grace

Ever so grateful

Amen

-k‎

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