Cleansing

Brisk evening air carries
a voiceless paean, echoes
of silence.

Fireflies sharing whispers.

I yearn for the eastern
narrows, hunting shadows
of Peleus stars, secret
door legends.

To innermost spaces.

Though I still won’t
know which moon held
the longest night.

Autumn cleansing, rain
brings life.

Or death.

Feather drifts unnoticed.

© Rob Taylor, 2019



“Inner work is the catalyst that forges the transformation of unconditional love within the individual. Mindfulness, compassion, and gratitude are the imperative conducts of inner work.”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 28). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.

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