Meditation

Quiet moments are fleeting.

Today they seem scarce.

Somewhere in my doing I recollect the availability of it

Blue and milky and beckoning to me as if through water

The silence is there

The pathway foggy

Is it something to hold onto or do I let go?

Is the promise enough to keep me still to it’s possibility?

I hope so.

“Mask of Meditation”, 2012, Ink on Paper,  Holly Suzanne

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