Spiritual Journey

cold dark night
moonlit winter promises
hovering lust, always just beyond
night soon slips away, yet still inside me

morning, a long distance
a journey to awakening
one of remembering
seeing with eyes wide open

twilight bridges night and day
sunrise comes at last
a journey of color
bright oranges, reds, yellows

a new day begins
yet still I slumber
eyes wide open
sun shining bright

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

10 thoughts on “Spiritual Journey

  1. some days feel just like that… from the morning on
    the coffee helps, usually… 🙂

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