Poem: “Is”


Walking the dog
In the dark 6am
on a Sunday
An owl hoots in the distance
as we head back towards home
I love the sound it
Resonates deep inside
A lonely echo of the
depths we have within
If only we are brave
Enough to know it
Then there is Nothing there
Not good, Not bad, Not pain or joy
It just simply “IS”
 .
Harini ( Heather Goss ) © 2016

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