Disillusion

Posted byMiles of MindfulnessPosted inpoetryTags:, ,

water courses
from my eyes
rinsing out mind
and heart
these grasping hands
muscles strain
climbing mobius cliffs
seasons of seeming growth
smashed tablets
sprouting green
tender obscurity
inscribed or no
life goes on
I blink and see
helmsman’s wheel
clutched white knuckle
a mere walking stick
a journey aimless
inscribing circles
upon the land
pacing the cage
of circumstance

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Published by Miles of Mindfulness

My name is Mike Bragg. I'm a Denver-based cycling enthusiast and a big advocate of mindfulness. I enjoy the outdoors, and I use mindfulness practices to help myself be more present with my adventures. I like to read challenging material, and I have a keen interest in ancient history and natural sciences.

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