Open Poetry #49 |
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This Very Moment |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! ![]() |
This Very Moment ‘Endless’ mountaintops emerge and vanish in the cool twilight evening mist. The silvered river flows forever through its ‘Deep-Time’ dream beneath a Quasimodo moon. Bittersweet are the forest scents and sounds of late Summer passing for all things great and small. Fireflies dance the cicada song, across the meadow just beyond ancient oaks and pines that whisk the clouds and stars. The great broad Earth keeps turning ... turning. Our transcendental Tao is this very moment. --- b. e. adams (8/9/2014) |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
The beauty of nature, a lovely poem. I guess these are the things that keep us hanging on, Bruce. Ida |
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