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Branch Breaking the edifice of precipice and beyond
hair and silver coloured rain inside sprinkles of light translucent negligee in pearl white waterdrops the caress of soft legs and the dawn it wakes to
night talk into dreams the feel for shape and the rudiment awakening to the sound of the body
the heartbeat palpitating in the unknown rhythmic inside the eternal struggle
passing everything we forgive forgiving everything we pass
reading a poem to pass the time into Moroccan Red unchartered cargo ships and a stored passage
a gushing spring of cliches and anti plot a rolling wave simmering in the obscure nights in Copenhagen forgetting somethings blue with desire
the idea of travelling somewhere warmer
outside a cold dark fog and forest odd stirrings and the occasional echo in the trees
a branch breaks and i hear it
or was that a footstep in this a desert landscape on top of sand
across everything i remember forgetting everything i came across
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a beautiful sky awaits you
to sing the music of the cinnamon tree beating inside the rhythm of a pastry
as for the whereabouts of my shovel and a curbside mountain of snow of my own - and a poem about colour laid in crystal dating back to yesterday with stretched hands bound to the present and arriving
a voice in the wind begs the return of narciss to the river's crescent
offering a reward in return to see his face again
so i can go !!!!! and become a castaway
and fly like spinoza to slip and fall down the slippery slope of thought itself ...
and dispense with this final hallucination called 'reason'
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and away on wings of fibrous stone like metaphors of what is real and what is meant when something is alluded to but can never be pointed out
to see yourself, looking at yourself with a vague recollection of having been there but forgetting how it's done
and then dreaming all over again the sequence in which it follows as you track your footsteps back to the beginning
when everything was fire, water wind and clay
and existence was only for a day
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the light stares into a window casting shadows on a wall in the contrast we find awareness in the elements an open heart to see again with new eyes the shining on our faces for love has spoken and given itself and made pure again
the rose dances in the sunshine showing colour to the wind a scent to the greatness of fragrance adding beauty in a breath
the tree stands in the vernal morning unwavering in a soft cool wind children climb her branches finding comfort in the leaves
the world a holy playground in land and ocean and sky a place to find our connection to the sacredness in its round
the rain a sounding instrument its water the source of things purifying those who drink it giving happiness in the quenching giving birth to a future
the moon grows in the twilight the stars hold visions in blue transparent where thoughts aspire for the heavens
each of us a mirror to what we hold as dear each of us a gift wrapped in bows and coloured paper
the dawn an inspired awakening the mid-day sun a towering strength the afternoon found sleeping our heads laid upon the grass
to be born again ourselves to live and dream to watch and listen carefully to all the words we say
at times we forget and become swallowed by ourselves finding forgiveness in our sorrow finding love in simple ways
dreams lucid in our happiness of things to show us bliss changing in the climate finding ourselves again
and we grow to become better at perceiving the divine and finding in its mercy the joy of endless time
we capture images in our thoughts that lead us to our heart we share our stories so we don't feel so alone
we remember and forget as a process to find meaning we hold court and place bets to insure our disbelieving we suspend in dimensions and shape a world to come we allow ourselves the time to be at peace with everyone for time is the greatest of healings
we battle naked in a teardrop all of our mistakes we create a universe of paradox to keep us interested
we speak and act in mercy for the pleasure of another's company and we marry to celebrate our love
we give ourselves to people and share our knowledge of kind we understand all of our approvals as objects we borrow and find though we delude ourselves endlessly to fill the space of time
we learn from all our teachers to sing our heart of songs we strive for ideals to keep us company
on wings of a feathered morning we make history in the telling and set examples for remembering
and often we are fools and fall greatly to scrape and bruise our knees but we stand to try again
we ask forgiveness of ourselves to accept our suffering to not be angry with the world and to heal from our afflictions
we love because this is what we do as we try to do the good so that the good is to be done
and none of us are perfect in the beautiful opaque though the stars seem without fault in our dreams and thoughts to make |
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