Here at the Edge – A Poem About Casa Tara

Here at the Edge

Here at the edge

Nothing is completely solid,

And therefore

Everything is possible.

Silky water

Sliding spilling eternally over and simply gone

And persistent waves rolling in in in,

Today a roar.

Silence and sound

Smooth and undulating

Each

Making the other knowable.

My attention settles,

Nothing to know, do or accomplish.

Then up rises measuring mind.

Loyal dog, unwelcome companion.

But let me pause

Before I edit too harshly!

I could leave myself

With nothing!

Casa Tara November, 2018

Andrea Gerasimo
Consultant and Teacher
Feng Shui, decluttering, Yoga
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