MINDFULLNESS
-
Bernard Pearson
(UK)
Think of nothing
Among the monk like trees
Where the gristle of winter
Still lies on the woodland
floor
Think of nothing
Last thing at night
Amidst the purlieu
Of misgivings
Within the wide
Infirmity of terror
Think of nothing
In the cathedral
Of morning
Where the day
Comes in
Without knocking
Like children used to
Full of temper and tears
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