Poem: "Dark Radiance"
First Day of the December Waxing Crescent 2022 / Listen Time: 3:53
Each day getting clearer.
Each day more gets peeled away.
Each day another piece of armor falls.
Each day standing more upright.
perfume of pine wind.
directly from the moon.
Even when she travels out of sight,
in the silent darkness
there are teachings going on.
© 2022 / Frank Inzan Owen / from a forthcoming collection
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