zen-beastie - Hello Poetry

I cannot see you, but eye can ! Ears cannot hear, but the heart can, Smart Sherlock's wisdom might deduce the essence of your silent deflection. Spiralling on the thermals of the mind, the higher eye soars surveying the event horizon that spreads like an oil slick before my gaze, The world and all that's in it , out of it, Spinning ,spinning. I can see, And of that interaction, that total neural interface, that synthesia of being Was that the step out of the Old? I'll finish for today and carry on.

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC

zen-beastie

The Conundrum

I cannot see you, but eye can ! Ears cannot hear, but the heart can, Smart Sherlock's wisdom might deduce the essence of your silent deflection. Spiralling on the thermals of the mind, the higher eye soars surveying the event horizon that spreads like an oil slick before my gaze, The world and all that's in it , out of it, Spinning ,spinning. I can see, And of that interaction, that total neural interface, that synthesia of being Was that the step out of the Old? I'll finish for today and carry on.

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"Zero , and that's not too cozy", Point being One Is two beings Recurring Have you figured it out? Well, don't all shout. Shall we go round again, it was such fun the last time. Oh! What was that? It seems that I forgot. The question being...no thing At all, at all.

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC

zen-beastie

The Answer

"Zero , and that's not too cozy", Point being One Is two beings Recurring Have you figured it out? Well, don't all shout. Shall we go round again, it was such fun the last time. Oh! What was that? It seems that I forgot. The question being...no thing At all, at all.

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"Truth in Silence" kinda puts an end to talking Move in lockstep just keep walking. Not Goose Quills, Just thrills What's that in the here and now? Tandem rhythms softly humming breezes now and quiet strumming stroking taut vibrating strings Grains start flowing, whispered singing , flowing down the gentle ridge. ** the dune is moving.

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC

zen-beastie

Koan Mining

"Truth in Silence" kinda puts an end to talking Move in lockstep just keep walking. Not Goose Quills, Just thrills What's that in the here and now? Tandem rhythms softly humming breezes now and quiet strumming stroking taut vibrating strings Grains start flowing, whispered singing , flowing down the gentle ridge. ** the dune is moving.

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Toiling is such a strange word. In the kitchen my hands smell of strawberries Roiling juices blending share aroma, tongue flickers Palate says yes. Can this be work?

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Jun 26, 2014

Jun 26, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC

zen-beastie

Impression

Toiling is such a strange word. In the kitchen my hands smell of strawberries Roiling juices blending share aroma, tongue flickers Palate says yes. Can this be work?

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Malapartes frozen monuments, the icy "traffic cops" pointing the way to Moscow point out to me how far we have not come. Curzio's wounded moose bleeding life upon the icy lake attending medics fussing in concern. Hypocrisy? Compassion? Shall our Fate mimic that of The Horses of Ladoga. Panicked as the phase shift of our barbarity encapsulates us in the ashes of this most wonderful contrasting world

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC

zen-beastie

Kaputt

Malapartes frozen monuments, the icy "traffic cops" pointing the way to Moscow point out to me how far we have not come. Curzio's wounded moose bleeding life upon the icy lake attending medics fussing in concern. Hypocrisy? Compassion? Shall our Fate mimic that of The Horses of Ladoga. Panicked as the phase shift of our barbarity encapsulates us in the ashes of this most wonderful contrasting world

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Light on my eye. sunlight's glinting rays exposing rainbows rippling shards of lucency impinge my visions cells prismatic spears waypoints to atomic levels of our universe colours translate to frequencies percieved the pervading energy a maze of tunnels scintillating , all is a thundering ubiquitous rumble, the voice of god? the thought distracts and manifests as it and gone.

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC

zen-beastie

Untitled

Light on my eye. sunlight's glinting rays exposing rainbows rippling shards of lucency impinge my visions cells prismatic spears waypoints to atomic levels of our universe colours translate to frequencies percieved the pervading energy a maze of tunnels scintillating , all is a thundering ubiquitous rumble, the voice of god? the thought distracts and manifests as it and gone.

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There's not a lot to follow here I hope I make that very clear. Primary purpose is contact React, do not detract from that which we call Art. So if I were a flatulist I might expect to still be kissed but if a stoic, so heroic and my eyes were just dichroic well then, We could do this gnostic trick And vanish, In one long transcendent tick.

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Jun 12, 2014

Jun 12, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC

zen-beastie

Winking thinking.

There's not a lot to follow here I hope I make that very clear. Primary purpose is contact React, do not detract from that which we call Art. So if I were a flatulist I might expect to still be kissed but if a stoic, so heroic and my eyes were just dichroic well then, We could do this gnostic trick And vanish, In one long transcendent tick.

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