The Abstract Home Poem by C.D. Xiang

Serene steps, toes sink in sand.
Waves wash clean what were antique worlds.
Hark, forwear, behold, and breathe; In love, out life.

All is still but calls of hills, walls that rise in mist.
All settles over serene scenes, a calm respiteful dream.
Go, look, and see; off land, on seas yonder.

Wind that will not wither rolls.
It cools all fires, caressing cares, cold is seems.
Don’t be, just go; Out doors, in me.

Senses stir, sights will blur.
In distant traces lines lead on to nothing.
Don’t go, just be; Bereft of fear, with me.

I follow where the nothing lives,
Comforting and frightening, enveloping and free.
In darkness where the light will blind,
I’ve found my place in blissful mind.

A minuscule spot, a place all mine,
Of shapes and colors, tones and lines.
The edge of life, of love, and dreams,
A place, it seems, for those divine.

Leave, Let go, literally move on.
Don’t be with me, and I’ll be fine.