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thirteen arrows are in the quill
breath is the bow that aims at the sun
unleash the mind from its attachments
as you tighten your grip upon reality
knowing for certain in your heart
that it will eventually all slip away
as water inevitably pours forth
from between clasped hands
nevertheless you pull
the thread of the sound current
until it’s absolute tension
reveals its readiness to play the song
of the silent passing of time
the arrow’s path is already
written in the sky
humming is our sweetness
swimming in our shadows
like cucumbers floating
in shallow bowls of water
our sordid longing
forgot its calling and became
the mourning of the trees
i tore off my appendages
and danced softly upon
the broken edges of infinity
sentence me to this willow tree
and i’ll be bound for silence
swallowing the marrow
you neglected all the violence
sister of the wilderness
sister of the sea
respect the aging waterlily
and tie your hands to me
What do we do with our silence
In a world populated by sound
Are we bound to making noises
Or should we liberate our voices
By refusing to participate at all
Beware the cavity of depravity
Most people my age got lost in the game of parenting
Elemental wisdom
Or a sentimental prison
You've replicated yourself innumerable times
And still your nature is love
Did you ever wonder
what your lives might have been like
If you had more often gone within
You have to let me go to let me stay
She said, I'm a reality ******
But it's been a rough couple of days
Life in paradise or life imprisonment
You never really know if its in the flow
Until you have to let it go
So what is this curse that says comfort must always come first
I shall not abdicate my throne to anyone
The vision of the voiceless is my kingdom
We bide our time and strive for sanity
As all forms fade and our encounters hibernate
What impacts an emperor
What impacts an empire
Its all within my reach
This compulsion to teach
To create art
That comes from the depths of our hearts

Did you take your medicine today?
She said, You are my medicine.
I replied, Then take me already
They say that the stars
wear old clothes
For their light has traveled far
just to reach you
Oh what eloquent neglect
When we encompass the globe
We tend to forget about
our own holes and shadows
give thanks that we can work it out on the dance floor
everyone knows there is more to life than a high score
so come get your fix of this sonic deliverance
while all of my love is here for you to indulge in
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