Joyce Ryckman 

 

five days, 2019

day 1


a word that does not form, a shadow of a thing, this moment beginning/ending


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day 2


your gift of a lotus, silent in the night hall a glass Buddha holds water in his palm


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day 3


swaths of white over blue, the clouds before the earthy smell of rain


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day 4


the river I swam in when I was a child, there was danger in the current and I wept


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day 5


my thoughts follow the sound of the meditation bell