# Winter Walk Poems ## 001 Back to the shore, To the low lapping current, To seagulls beside glistening gold light dancing freely on the water It must have been three lifetimes ago; three unique reoccurrences convinced of its own continuity But I'm back to where I touched something so true. Pure like a bell ringing through silence. The truth touches me again from the same place where I left it. It hasn't changed, even though everything around it ceases to be still. --- ## 002 Thick green forest thickens, casts a shadow around the snow. Warmth radiates through your wooden limbs, surrounded by ice. The chakra of the heart radiates its divine tone. Faint sunlight warms the snow just enough to make the ice trickle down the hill. --- ## 003 If I really am an empty mirror projecting how I want to see myself, then I can create my identity with my intention—what I want to be perceived for by others. I can instill that in my being and speak it into existence. I am an empty mirror reflecting all that flows through me. I am an empty mirror reflecting conditioned forms. So too can I condition the future passing through.