The Night of  the Lotus


By m.d. ward





Buddha sits in a golden frame as Einstein stands timeless on a


round black clock in my newly painted room.  White as Snow.  They both Glow in the Dark.  They sit and stand

and shine in the perpetual night of my newly painted room.  My soul hangs suspended between two stars.  Side by Side, Bliss and Oblivion, Nightly, they whisper a secret, only I can hear.  WE ARE THE SAME. - M






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