Hanging in Pristine Nakedness

Too often, too much
At times, not enough
Then, when we’re satisfied
something new arises
moving us, to yet another new place

Usually a place we’d never find, unless
the world slows down enough
letting us catch up
letting us surpass ourselves
and find more truth than lies

More solid, dependable ground
than turbulent soil
undermining our sense of hope
Releasing us from banality
like every beach releases its sand

And once the beach disappears
and all her sand is gone
we’re left, hanging
like the new moon
in pristine nakedness, before the sun rises

14 thoughts on “Hanging in Pristine Nakedness

  1. Serenity: Welcome back and thanks for your wonderful comments. Hoping you’re very well also. Blessings of peace and joy to you.

    Floots: Thanks. Yes, Ma Nature has a way of showing us what we need to see through her many processes, things, images, and all.

  2. Hi Don,
    Wonderful to be back reading your poetry again and seeing your beautiful site with your melodious words.

    “Then when we are satisfied something new arises.” I especially love this line…and…the first two lines are just simple truth.

    Blessings be with you.

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