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A Ghost In My Time

I rose up to shoot a ghost  
the bullet of my frustration passed through …  
in the distance a flower opened  
gifted in full view  
 
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me  
a cusping link of solidarity  
while the distant flower snapped its own stem  
and floated into the ghost’s open hand  
 
he hovered silently towards my time  
offering reconciliation -  
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow  
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily  
 
and putting the flower in a vase of hope  
I released the catch of the trap, walked free …  
then stumbling on the next slippery slope  
I looked at the ghost … and he smiled at me.
Written by Josh (Joshua Bond)
Published | Edited 8th Mar 2024
Author's Note
Comp entry for "Polishing Our Mirror", hosted by Ahavati.
#Rumi

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