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Onoma Mar 2016
Beheaded at the
bottom of the Ocean...
bobbing head.
Regeneration of eyes...
seeing through every
drop...the sun's unction.
Onoma Mar 2016
Clear through comparison,
how pale goes the world
a flower's rooted to.
As if its surrounding
space has lost its bearings...
to be beautified.
Onoma Mar 2016
As  innateness
building upon
innateness, making
amends with
choiceless light...
wing upon wind.
Between bounds of
breath, freedom teased
apart...Love opening Love.
Onoma Mar 2016
If irony be crowned
of its own...Truth dies
reaching for itself.
Onoma Mar 2016
Fashion me the
grace to fall from,
that I might attain
a height as yet
unknown.
Singing praises
to the recesses of
bliss.
Onoma Mar 2016
~Do you suture
the sun to the sea...
or observe as what
set them free?~
Onoma Feb 2016
A river is aware
of its course...
wise to the ways
of water.
~Jai Ma~
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