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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Smooth effort reaches up catching sounds Composing wind, in cool crisp skies Forgotten tours and overviews In Sunset Crater which lies on the eastern edge Trees take root There was no mail today, in the new world Light snow melts forming small currents Moving activity, creating moisture In soft wheat fields, of gold ribbon lake paintings The road drinks occasionally Drive through windows offer campaigns From miles of scrub oaks & graffiti terrain Using the best parts of the day Cresting, climbing towards heaven Fertilizing the San Juan Basin With round green rolling rocks Beyond a great sea, driven by sediments, From premature epochs Filling it to a depth of natural reservoirs There unpretentious source continues, not Waiting for time to catch up, but slowly, Reassuringly, reaching high points Between layers & layers of troughs Like unnoticed consensual rings which Mutually elevate all remains, into enshrined monuments Clean, fresh smell of air Offering up a euphoric parallel to sexual intimacy Without touch, but a horrific joy inside Which smiles, like a fiery furnace, knowing at that moment All things…feeling great purpose, greater translations Bringing rain to those areas where drought Once roamed, elaborating succulent statements Nature, so mitigates its natural travel With a little humor, drama, exhilaration & possibility Along with, much needed rain Never-the-less, incorporating an engaging briefing Known as, first thought, perhaps each individual’s Genesis Leaving the humidity of holiday sheets, interpreted by each In our music, our characters, yes, even our visions Together, the text of nature confirms celestial birth That first instant, born from ancient basins We marry what we own We own, what we believe To be, it is our view, our complete theory Open lusting after interpretations Battling silly fears, while walking the unknown If there are no words, new words accord Being the son’s of a natural relation, with the world, presenting themselves No, there is no mail today, it is a Holiday For the son’s of time, left behind divine records There within Nature makes her statements Like a corporeal immortality with one true passion For us to interrupt, in our very own way and time The entity which fits our purpose, our song We are specific creations of this Holiday A pristine state of personal and unique destination Accounting for that bizarre prowess of offspring Proposing next to impossible assumptions, unseen Where the flood of nature, goes unobtrusive In it’s sight translating to ours Our own personal human resurrection In each millisecond of our life |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Your words trancend like a babbling brook. And to drink is to take a look. Good morning |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Lee, this is nature/philosophy at its best, flowing together so beautifully and eloquently. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
You're a deep woman LeeJ - would like to have had you in on some of the conversations I've had, especially those laidback ones of years ago sitting on the steps of the seawall along Lake Pontchartrain in New Orleans at one or two in the morning under starry skies, listening to wavelets slap along the steps, where we delved deeply into all things, natural or not. Especially some of those transcendental musing we had. walk easy . . . Jimmy |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Known as, first thought, perhaps each individual’s Genesis Leaving the humidity of holiday sheets, interpreted by each In our music, our characters, yes, even our visions Together, the text of nature confirms celestial birth That first instant, born from ancient basins" Awesome, awesome, awesome, LeesJ! |
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