Memories of Snow

Meditation: Echoes of My Steps

Meditation:
Echoes of My Steps

Silence is my companion,
as I walk the corridors of my mind,
the empty corridors of my mind.

The corridors reverberate,
with the echoes of my steps,
the fleeing echoes of my steps,
leaving me alone in the silence of my mind.

Pausing before an unnumbered door,
I listen to the echoes of my steps,
the retreating echoes of my steps,
leaving me alone.

Alone to open the door,
or retreat down the empty corridors,
fleeing from the echoes of my steps,
the retreating echoes of my steps.

I open the door to find,
myself looking into my own eyes,
as I listen to the retreating echoes of my steps,
the retreating echoes of my steps,
retreating echoes of my steps,
echoes of my steps.

Poet's Note: ▼

I wrote this in 145 B.E.