Zen Life Poem # 25

What is this image I see?
My sins and my sadness
piled up before me.
A soul conscious of
something missed?
Leaving no trace.
I think not.
Just a few stones from
a life of substance,
and those fragile summers.
Fading in a moment,
when my eyes open
to your world of love.

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