by Ben Koch

"The One from My Dream" by Ben Koch

from the cushion
I saw the skeletons
of thoughts ground to powder
like pulverized gelatin–
the white dust
of roving flurries
on mind’s front sidewalk.

those old bones were empty,
the marrow
long evaporated,
the footprints
of the poundy old dinosaurs
they once supported
grown faint and unapparent,

by the white angel
who invites us gently
into mind’s true nature.



About bensten

Teacher, writer, blogger and spiritual practitioner. Managing editor of

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