Friday, September 4, 2020

This Day, That Moment

There  are days I feel more
like a hunter than other days --
this is one of them.

All that is feels it is
more than all
it is.

A fullness has whispered,
"Look and listen,
see and hear.

And feel that which
no words can capture --
deny not the feelings."

Emptying all I can of language,
of that which wants to categorize,
divide when everything before

me says, "Take me as
I am or lose me forever!"
The moment the hunter

and  the hunted
are most 
alive.

-Byron Hoot

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