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lenny Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 63front royal, va. u.s.a. |
Ocean drawn out from Itself Through will of sun and wind Scatters far upon the land New cycles to begin. Vapor drifts through timelessness Not knowing where it's bound Forgetting, too, from where it's come Not knowing of the ground. That lies in wait to challenge it And block its natural flow Landing first on frozen peaks And seeing self as snow. 'Till force of love whose call is strong Sends agents to the scene And gravity and sun combine To free from colds demesne. That once again soul drop may drift Its journey to resume Back to the Spirit Ocean grand Now new form to assume. Of tiny streamlet, cold and fast Not contemplating aught But tumbling blindly down steep slopes Devoid of deeper thought. And now to brook of greater size Less reckless in its flow Wondering what lies ahead Its route it wants to know. To stream size now has soul drop grown And flows with increased breadth Sensing self as something more Still yearing for more depth. 'Till finally with mighty flow The river it becomes Flowing singlemindedly The deepest depths it plumbs. Advancing eagerly to Source Whence long ago it sprang It dreams of life beyond its banks Far from the yin and yang. Where Self contains all as Itself As individual waves Dance for a while then return Into the sacred Nave. ------------------ lenny |
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brockglaze Junior Member
since 1999-07-13
Posts 21Muncie,Indiana,USA |
i love it, i love it alot! nice work, you grabbed MY heart! keep on pumpin em out!! ------------------ Brock J. Glaze |
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