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And what is Reality
As beautiful as thunder
that rolls upon silence;
a thought will never find it,
A threadlike path
leaves my mind,
and now located on the
tip of Orion’s knee,
I’m left only with
the attention and
functions of the heart.
that rolls upon silence;
a thought will never find it,
A threadlike path
leaves my mind,
and now located on the
tip of Orion’s knee,
I’m left only with
the attention and
functions of the heart.
Published 9th Oct 2014
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9th Oct 2014 6:51pm
Visualized the the threadlike path of your thought on Orion's knee and found it relaxing, still, dreamlike. Like the whole poem. Wonderful, Pish.
10th Oct 2014 2:46pm
Anonymous
9th Oct 2014 9:55pm
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We all want to capture that thunder. I love when it rumbles a little, and then just when you think its over - the earth moves and it thrills you again. :)
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10th Oct 2014 2:53pm
I really appreciate you adding this one. Thank you so much, and for the awesome compliments.
12th Oct 2014 00:19am
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