garnet

snow and black rock
showing sparseness and boldness in equal measure
how does the trumpeting blankness of color divide the territorial blackness of the soul?
fated breaths blow and scatter the ice crystal sands.
Even as they are soft weighted footprints,
they are no more welcoming to my hands with their impartial temperatures
than the haphazardly hewn and jutting blunders formed by hardships.
At times it is darkness that offers more transparency to my view.

Yet it is in the vacant lightness of air and water (even slowly as their elements are moving) that I find my malleability.
it is child's play to turn a white landscape holy.
borrowing wings and the ethereal glow needed to transcend this earth
snow and black rock exist neutral to my questioning
and if that is Zen Mind I Seek It.
polarized between the sinking depths of pure and frigid realizations
and the surface level of a rudimentary and sharply discovered ignorance