inner art journal

 

I want to go to

the no word party

the teacher says

I have a lot less

to say before I am invited

 

noticing how I

get caught

in my own web

I marvel

at the spider’s feat

 

possessive of

phantom property

I grasp at illusions

afraid to let go and see

my insubstantiality

 

leaving the

meditation hall

people wobble as they walk

the ground beneath them

not as solid as before             (published in Tanka Practice)

 

going back to work

today I feel alive

ready to see how

I will dance in this new space

hopefully with humility