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      OAK DREAM          (3-17-2000, 4:00 a.m.; Galveston, Texas)

                                                 
in my opened        
       
passing        
       
all i hear        
       
is frictions whisper        
       
in the circular      
     
pulse        
       
of my      
     
bike tires rubber        
     
pulling in        
       
the textured      
     
surface        
       
of this lonesome        
       
sun bathed      
     
road            
       
rising up      
     
before me here    
     
where suddenly    
       
just up ahead        
       
an old oaks      
     
dance        
       
of graceful torques    
     
seemingly    
     
leaps forth        
       
to lift      
     
my heart  up      
     
from its      
     
spiritual roots    
     
nestled energetically    
   
deep       
       
within sweet earths    
     
microcosmic    
   
living soil    
   
below        
       
up into      
     
and through        
       
the resilient    
     
passion        
       
of her tranquil    
     
tireless reach        
       
toward the suns        
       
flamboyant      
     
glory        
       
where i sense    
     
creator and      
     
creations    
   
divine  ineffable    
   
all seeing    
   
i            
       
must be      
     
surely smiling    
     
perpetually down    
     
upon me      
     
here      
       
as i continue    
   
to likewise    
   
resiliently move    
   
onward  upward        
       
through this    
   
temporal    
   
illusory world        
       
in this      
     
sacred way    
   
even here    
   
while quietly rolling    
   
under        
       
blue skies    
   
laughing        
       
along the textured        
       
surface        
     
of this        
       
lonesome          
       
sun bathed road            
       
where      
     
i too        
       
am    
   
transcendently bathed            
       
in sunlights        
       
joyous      
     
golden bath      
     
of lifes continuous    
   
mysterious    
   
unfoldings    
       
in my opened        
       
passing              
       
even though        
       
this time around    
     
i slowly come    
     
to realize      
       
its only happening            
       
here within    
   
this    
     
fleeting    
     
now suddenly      
     
lapsing    
       
lucid dreams    
     
still sweetly    
   
lingering    
     
gently awakening    
     
resonant    
     
songs    
   
deep  mystic    
   
trance like  
 
spell  
 
   
Written by OyateInyanNajin
Published | Edited 10th Oct 2020
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