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  Oct 2016 Illya Oz
CharlesC
These words must point
and must burn..
Burning in their origin
to which they now face..
Thus revealing the light
of Aware I am..
These words are short lived
having risen as mind
in their original vastness..
Words shine in our knowing
the flames they become..
Rising and burning
serving our Joy...
  Oct 2016 Illya Oz
Nikita Vyas
The swirl of the wind,
I am that!
The chirping of the birds,
I am that!
The rays of the sun,
I am that!
The raindrops in the sky,
I am that!
Fallen leaves from trees,
I am that!
Ticking clock,
I am that!
Every passing moment,
I am that!
I am here!
I am now!
I am this moment!
  Oct 2016 Illya Oz
Autumn Rose
Burning my
eternal body
of blazing stars
on a painter's
canvas of the
night sky.
Silver rays of
moonlit dreams
sing the hypnotic
mermaid melody
to the broken
mirror of
Aquamarine.
Where waves of
marble bitterly cry
into the deep,
do not disturb
her pearly sleep...
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