A poema

"Don't be afraid to encounter loneliness. It is a rare opportunity to make friends with oneself." Tibetan proverb


a strange breeze
black skies
its not often that it rains here
but she has ventured into an odd wet summer
raven caws and flies up
from below to above
Huge wingspan dark creature
reminds of a mystic
consciousness,
but she is earthed today.
the belly feels lightened
akwardly empty
after an ancient meal
perhaps her ancestors ate.
This is my time, she sees.
The weather is in my favor.
It is a good day to work
while its cool and quiet
but too restless, and the body desires escape
What does the raven warn?
She senses change, realizes it
for the first time in
days.
Stationed here, repetition brings
reluctance
and the walls of the mind
close in with loneliness.
Abrupt loneliness, stark & unexpected.
Dreaming of solitude, she'd forgotten
loneliness.
I shall go and explore- she urges herself.
What lies beyond?