Everyday Zen, Metaphysical, Primitive Love Poems

Cinders

I wasn’t needed anymore
So she threw me out
Like ashes from the hearth

Landing in the dirt
And fully accepted by Nature
To give my life to true love

Image credit: Hearth fire grate with open fire in the bar of The Black Horse Inn public house, one of Sussex’s most haunted pubs, on Nuthurst Street in Nuthurst, West Sussex, England.

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Primitive Joe

Challenging backpacking trips, zazen, contemplating the lens through which I view the world, and a love of discovering new things drive my appreciation for this place we live.