Where is the finger?*
Without motion
Without attachment
Without it all
It just sits there meditating in a void
No place to go to
Internal is its stillness
Roundness suspended
No-thing to hold it strong and very tightly
It does not fall and no anticipation
Forever touches it all around but yet its presence is overwhelming to be here
The moon*
Dom*Colucci © 2015
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