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Onoma Sep 2019
the fruit

that you've

taken inside

you grows.

what it bears

you will Know

for what it Is.
Onoma Sep 2019
seasons don't

want to be

prominent

divisions, but

I'm walked thru

falling leaves.
Onoma Sep 2019
a bore

hole in

a mountain's

a cave.

where yogis

forever dwell.
Onoma Sep 2019
birds agree

on music,

the falling

trees in the

deads of

forests.

always silently

heard.
Onoma Sep 2019
leave off

where life

wends--

ambled curve

where death

nears its perception.

you'll

never figure

in.

or out.

the samadhi

stone that water

flows blind thru.

washing its

Face.
Onoma Sep 2019
i now build a

shrine of wilted

flowers cooking

over the moon.

icing light meets

its angled lightning--

how it falls on what Is.
Onoma Sep 2019
love loves to be

left alone--

to pair marks indelibly.

concordant flow,

as to say my love.

materialized water.

named by.

this,

Now.
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