A Short Poem

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Anxiety.

Leopard crouched
on the edge of a clearing.
Every cell is instinct.
Matted fur, fire-shot eyeballs,
dazed from hunger,
desperate.
Breath caught in
fevered focus,
waiting for prey.

Wanting to pray,
bedraggled monk
approaches the sanctuary
deep in the woods.
Frosty lick of morning
on his neck and bare feet.
Then a sudden realization…

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All of this
same,
amounts to serenity, sometimes;
and yet, rooted in that faint glow,
there is a nudge,
or a touch––a thing
which may best be described as
a painless ache––reminding me
that I should, for the
love of god,
run.

–New Orleans, April 2022

Steve Spehar

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A Meditation Verse

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Here is the wave
and here is the bottom of it.
The space between is empty,
but it is not a vacuum and
it is not a sanctuary.

Define the middle,
nestle inside of it and
open your eyes to realize
that the motion was
an illusion and the
stillness…

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Steve Spehar

Steve Spehar

Writer, photographer, actor, poet, musings on life, philosophy, travel, culture, art, politics & zen. Based in New Orleans, living in a garage by the river.