Goldfinch

goldfinch

my teacher pulls her wisdom from the cauldron of collected consciousness
teaching me
to equalize
neutralize

to visit a place where nothing matters

where doing nothing
thinking nothing
being nothing

matters

she points me toward a sheltered place
in an open field by a valley lake on a mountain tip in the deepest forest
by the crushing ocean on a landscape of white in the heart of chaos
everywhere that can be thought of my teacher thinks of she tells me

think of nothing

and flies
away

Betsy Ceva
March 29, 2016

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