Open Poetry #30 |
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I can see the oil |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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Time tickles wind. drifting, swaying secret places Leisurely enlivening whole granites of prosperity Where radiance holds true without light Eyes rolling the fierce love they horn Mantras whisper phenomenon, of tainted servants Where white roses recoil, life never seems small Where the semblance of things, token a covenant Like a celebration of seasons painting essential There to, waters lay intimate and immortal Where all dreams watch unto memories strung Like some divine rosary singing of a temple Holding close in the arise, rapidly ambrosial Feeding the vast open doors of our soul Finding self in the quagmires of translations Looking deep into the grinding stone Residing in my meek interdependent pupil Various arrogant levels of communal seas set ablaze True impressions of a compassionate one Resigning all pride, for the true devotee of a warrior Surrender’s the ego, with a spiritual poise Understanding nature, the wanderer, ever varying Upon the swan’s departure, I cling naught, to the cravings Of flesh…but of mind’s mystic engagement, elsewhere Carriage, springs harmony rotating an aspired cosmic self I cannot tell of the sweet foolishness that expresses Where seed contains the spattered oil veiled One enters with the full spirit handing over everything Where offerings are genuine narrative peace Unfettered from the burdens of gravity To embody the ultimate reality |
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Posts 28647Gaia |
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