I watch from rooftops like afternoon sunlight, the partially shingled building clamors with each stiff wind speaking like the dead, plucked flowers drift aimlessly between gravestone pathways, waiting to decipher peace in the steps of angels.
a train on a slow paced day start thy mountainous way seeing the snow capped peaks with yaks gracing for its daily heat changing landscapes in the distant a calming heart in this instance
purest sound, aum, transcends peaks and valleys of Tibetan lands a treasure of yours so vast indeed shared by all your kinsmen in need life is joyous, I draw from your grace a grace always within with no haste
This journey is for devotion guided by saints who have sinned by men of faith, lesser in knowledge By family...
All grown up n’ no place to sow Catalyst of intent ebb n’ flow Thru these thoughts in n’ out I flee Runnin’ ‘gainst the current’s grind Decomposin’ darkness’ scuff, a ruff shine Now, within four walls recompense in A truth risen from bent shadows wince One arrives, in light... starkly all alone Once a bein’ albeit gone, on that path alone, now familiar... is home.
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Who is this muse afore me stood? I know her not, I say. A temperate stirring of the blood, I bid her go away. Her seducing, warm, pacific smile, The shining in her eye; I watch her handsome form a while Afore her I deny.
I took, once more, a further glance Affirming what I thought. A glowing, flowing, countenance Upon mine eyes here brought. I bid her go, a second time, Yet, still, she must remain Sparkling in the morning rime Be gone, I say again.