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Onoma Sep 2014
Change does not plead for itself...
change seems to live in the heart,
to core it out.
Till you can love and leave everything
you see.
Onoma Jun 2014
A flower opens its head
amid a pilgrimaging fire...
one-pointed in color, alone
knowing what it means.
Vibrating the life of that color
unbrokenly--a vow perfectly kept.
Our earth's heart strewing her
joyous criers...something an
extraterrestrial would anoint its
forehead-space with.
Onoma Jun 2014
Forgive me...for my monumental
misapprehension, of your ineffable
Whomsoever.
I ****** upon the cloth that cut us,
because I was a housebroken dog...
forgive me.
Onoma Jun 2014
An avalanche on the sun...
white light face-first...
Union enters a beginning
and end, Union exits a
beginning and end.
Radiance passing out
radiantly...coming to
radiantly, at every mortal
moment.
Onoma Jun 2014
In the belly of burden,
flesh was held by
flesh.
Life drew life...as
that which hungers herself,
nourishes another hunger.
More full than this, there
is not...more empty than
this, there is not.
As the draw deepens...
hunger Knows what it
belabors.
Onoma Jun 2014
Every droplet is center to
its ripple.
Similarly...a calligraphic circle
responds symmetrically/unsymmetrically,
as per its calligrapher.
Onoma Jun 2014
The Wave saw itself
in the particle,
the Peak saw itself
in the valley.
Please...allow me to
hug them both: rationally/
irrationally.
All of you...dearly, at
once!!!
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