miasma

~
beset by glowering
grey skies
i forbid miasma
to overpower
usual bouncy
spirit
~
deep sleep
post binge on Golden
Globes avec Dame Streep’
De Mille speech heartened
weft woof of heart mind’s
despair in life’s loom
~
amidst morning’s
soul stirring mantra chants
I who no longer seek anything
but Him from Him now pray
for safe steer of my beloved
adopted home’s safe moorings
~
a diffident prayer
that am letting blossom
to uplift darkened skies
letting hope and innate goodness
forever prevail overthrowing
apathies in one fell swoop
~
hands
come together
in tandem
eyes warm
to inner glow
buoyantly burning bright
~

 

 

 

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