Rivulets of Silence
Streaming Down Acrostically
___________________Stillness spreads____________________
____________Inside me, almost like a door to satori_____________
_____________Liquid sounds falling into the well_______________
_Ever-present beneath them, silence trickles through gaps in the noise__
______________Never lost as long as mind-born_______________
____Clouds of my thoughts scatter, creating awareness like a disc______
________________Encased in unending space_________________
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Author's note: Only a few days ago, I returned home after a week spent in a Buddhist retreat centre. I guess it shows?
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Katarzyna Popiel
A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
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a disc like a round thing, or a disc like a computer disc? 😁
Love the use of formatting and letter sequencing in this! Well done, Katarzyna!
Well, I can't say much to your current mood but the retreat helped inspire a beautifully serene and peaceful take on the challenge. Well done, Katarzyna!