Poetic Conjecture
Intertwined
the depth of unassuming love
Magenta tree
Reaching
Illumination
OneFreedom
teal waters of a mystic gaze
saphire puzzle
lilac weeping willow
song of the hebraic wind
golden scrolls
Ondas de gratidão por João Gilberto
rose bathing
the melody of him
her abundance,
Sacchidānanda
Sacchidānanda
branches of ether
multitudes of the luminous singularity
plum visions
flowering cosmos
water rose
sunrays waving
Girl of the Butterflies
More than words can tell, Jerry Garcia
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the warmth of his hands
compelled a spell so powerfully melodic, the kiln exploded the hands into stardust |
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Seeing Unity, Sri Aurobindo
La Mariposa de Fe
Growing Roots of Patience
Growing among flowers and weeds
Inside and everywhere
Hologram
the bones are watching
embodied perception
calling the hand
this something that reaches out
yearns to grow as the
waves of the sea
go on crashing.
there is an order,
there is a law,
there is a bird
that flies into
a singularity who yearns
itself into the
existence of a raindrop, who
calls out to the roots of whose
tree becomes
the bark of me;
you see the wind,
she calls
the hand of
the Name
breathing fire
into blue air,
whose stare
holds the will
of a single pair
of eyes
in a moment
in time
yearns to grow as the
waves of the sea
go on crashing.
there is an order,
there is a law,
there is a bird
that flies into
a singularity who yearns
itself into the
existence of a raindrop, who
calls out to the roots of whose
tree becomes
the bark of me;
you see the wind,
she calls
the hand of
the Name
breathing fire
into blue air,
whose stare
holds the will
of a single pair
of eyes
in a moment
in time
he calls the becoming
there was a circle
and it began to fill with darkness.
there was still an opening
and it flowed like a river.
there began, a helix
in formation
to fill with blueness--
midnight blue,
it was
and the grey sky
began to pour itself
into me
it was not gentle
and the confusion
was rampant.
the light was so strong
that I could not fathom
the darkness in which it lived
and so I swam
but it was a drowning
I was swimming in
the eyes began to show themselves
and their faces grew
in shadow form.
black smoke rose in my mouth
and the scale appeared below.
the façade of greydom
and blackness held its weight
it was only as bleak
as the pause between
two heartbeats,
but the time
in that space
is a call for help
and so I called
I called
I called
I called
and the answer
was the question,
a continual asking
the faces in the wind
were of streaks I once played
in a flute
and the memory was
at once
the presence
a tree grew
but the branches were broken
and so was I,
and so began
the search
for wholeness
amidst a faint memory of
what I once was
and what I knew
I must become
there was a circle
and it began to fill with darkness.
there was still an opening
and it flowed like a river.
there began, a helix
in formation
to fill with blueness--
midnight blue,
it was
and the grey sky
began to pour itself
into me
it was not gentle
and the confusion
was rampant.
the light was so strong
that I could not fathom
the darkness in which it lived
and so I swam
but it was a drowning
I was swimming in
the eyes began to show themselves
and their faces grew
in shadow form.
black smoke rose in my mouth
and the scale appeared below.
the façade of greydom
and blackness held its weight
it was only as bleak
as the pause between
two heartbeats,
but the time
in that space
is a call for help
and so I called
I called
I called
I called
and the answer
was the question,
a continual asking
the faces in the wind
were of streaks I once played
in a flute
and the memory was
at once
the presence
a tree grew
but the branches were broken
and so was I,
and so began
the search
for wholeness
amidst a faint memory of
what I once was
and what I knew
I must become
the beginning