Abyss Watchers

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Grey sky peers between brush,

Fertilizing nothingness.

A bell rings somewhere,

Thunder agrees.


Day turns to night,

To nothingness and chasms.

Yards are watered, keeping nature’s schedule.

And hope, it floats to the surface

From its watery abyss and we sparkle,

Spiraling, a cyclone of activity spitting up dust,

Clearing the path for what’s next.


This work is copyrighted and may not be duplicated or reprinted without permission from the author. If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace–if you’re looking for exploratory questions to unearth pieces of your soul, check out my book Tao Flashes, available on Amazon. Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes.


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