Restlessness. (Now Completed Poem and Two Pictures). For the girl with laughing eyes.

Mandala of Chaos and Order.

Green Buddha.

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Restlessness.

After twenty years her frail scent, her mystique lingers. -
On the brink of sleep

I drift slowly away from the orbit

Of my critical mind

Into the deeps of Universal Consciousness,

Scribbling without planning over a well structured image

The graffiti of broken dreams.

I cannot describe love or pain or truth,

Only the order and restlessness they inspire.

I gently touch where she once slept and snuggled.-

I`ve been told we two have traversed many lives but never lived together,

Loved beyond price but only occasional visitors.

Watching you leave my house for your home in France

I sense my mind go with you, but my shadow stays here by the door.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

10th. - 11th.-12th.  April 2024.

 When we are on the brink of sleep time disappears and today - tomorrow - and the long gone past merge into one coherent experience.