dragon’s roar

 

when all my ideas have fallen
to the ground like leaves.

when my sense of self
and attachment to life and death
have fallen to the ground also;
then true life can bloom in me.

my breath, my dust
come together
in the life of a tree.

I am oak, I am birch.
Once the idea of “me” withers,
a single “dragon’s roar” of existence
will be heard.

c.m. brooks
may 14, 2014

 

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~ by christinambrooks on May 24, 2014.

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