Practice - Kim Rosen

Not the high mountain monastery
I had hoped for, the real
face of my spiritual practice
is this:
the sweat that pearls on my cheek
when I tell you the truth, my silent
cry in the night when I think
I'm alone, the trembling
in my own hand as I reach out
through the years of overcoming
to touch what I had hoped
I would never need again.

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