Monday, May 12, 2008
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highs & woes
Currently Listening
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
By Van Morrison
Foreign Window
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even with
a mustard seed
as a talisman
& knowledge
of the
inner workings
of trees
it seems i'm slow
at moving mountains
into seas
or at least
a whole range
metaphorically speaking
it's akin
to the birthing
of a
cosmic egg
my soul's
sure identity
is questionable
at any given hour
on any given day
& my ignorance
or bliss
turned swiftly
into pure
vulnerability
& rolled
like mercury
as i
followed you
off the ____
edge
of earth
promise prayer
& purpose
can become
fuzzy
or morph into
wishful thinking
at worst
distant guilty pleasures
ultimately
hurt
hurt
hurt
each time
i bravely waded
your tsunami's
energetic
wake wake wake
to secure
a safe place
on a soft
sandy shore
i know
i know
i know the deep
by heart depth
& cruelty
yet even
at the speed
of light of sound
& of love
the math dictates
it's never faster
than
One by One
few i guess
could comprehend
the highs & woes
of a flaming rose
rapidly opening
to full bloom
without as much
as her
illusive gardener's
thorny touch
GmdO
PicK A's Peace Rose at dinner Mother's day 2008
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Happy Mother's Day
darn my comment was lost in the sign in process
was going to tell you though that they were counting the lightening strikes in the last storm and before it was over they had counted over 18000 lightening strikes and one even hit our weather station. the storms definitely had some cosmic energy to them.
creative title. reminds me of a little kid who's sad.
i've lost my little mustard seed, but i think it's still somewhere in the apartment...