lei fraser

On my wall, hangs a simple frame
It holds no image, no colour, no
painting,
No photograph
No story unfolds on canvass, between the wooden corners
No history is hidden beneath the layers
Instead, it hangs against the white
To embrace nothing
When I sit before it
The universe leaps out at me
I see the endless rolling river,
With its winding shores,
As the sunlight sparkles and dances on the water
And blossoms grace the air
My heart sings, as I am cradled
In this moment’s deep breath
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