Photo by Ryan Stone on Unsplash

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

Photo by W on Unsplash

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 carries you
even faster.

Finding silence
while rocketing through time
is no more difficult
than finding words
to describe all of
your forgotten secrets.

Pull the sky down
like a window shade
to discover yourself
riding the blue,
not as a bird or a cloud,
but as the wind,
or really, as the blue
itself.

–New Orleans, February 2022
Steve Spehar

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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.