Poetry for the Inner Ear

by choice or chance turning to my angels: permanent sanctuary light of truth as we hear murmuring streamlet unaware of ancient repetition of plague

surviving amid postmodern wasteland: strength of social distancing better to lie down with mantra meditating: reserving inner space

religious gleam deepest current: holy man's progress sudden enlightenment worldliness fails to touch him: monk is still and meditates

several hours in library allow us visionary company: we forget our burning shame encountering hurricanes with grace notes: the shape of hope