What is the sound of one mind’s blizzard?

As I sat staring into the true void in meditation, 

the wind-whipped rain

–which had been painting Van Goghs on the roof with BBs–

 faded to silence. 

It was not until light and rising from the cushion

 that I apprehended that it had not stopped 

but turned to snow

…still a swirling Van Gogh…

now silent and white.

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One thought on “What is the sound of one mind’s blizzard?

  1. Lovely, and I heard and saw all that, exactly that, but not with your poetic lens, and that made a whole new glorious storm of it…

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