Snowetry

[muttley]

in still silence of a pause

relax they do the teeth that gnaws

on all minds tasty splendid things

and in that space, the world it sings

it sings a song of love so true

with answer to "what is this 'you' "

the end of contemplation's gaze

an exit from illusion's maze

day will dawn just as before

perspective on just less or more

an opening to truth, you see

dissolves the false divide of 'me'