This and that...

 

A cold

Afternoon walk

Perhaps an implication

Of separation..yet

A warm morning walk 

Not left behind...

Words

How can they 

Map the reality 

Of no separation..?

May seem miraculous

Failures..with no

Explanations...

Wild bird 

Calls repeat and

Repeat so that

There seems

Permanence in the

Flux of seeming things...