Everything, Nothing—Still.

In a time when some memories, ghostly, hung to dry on branches,
While bare feet feel winter's last sigh & dry up tears.
In a time of the eruption of change, the wanderings & the wonderings -
I am dying, yet still flourishing.
My soul is gone, yet still alive,
floating amidst everything & nothingness.

The frost recedes where hidden embers stay,
soft murmurs stirring underneath the ground;
what seemed like endings bends itself to sway—
a silent spring that makes no sound.

TsL.26
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