the earth spins sweetly
like a turntable in a sun-lit living room
or the hem of a long skirt in july

the best things in life are free

the sing-song laugher of the birds as i sip my morning coffee
the smell of fresh rain and wet concrete
the curve of the sky late at night
as i stare emphatically into the stars
hanging low to the wyoming plains and sage

how fantastic it is to simply **be

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

I closed my eyes as my father dipped me in liquid gold
So then when I saw you I—

fell.

'Cause my skin writes just a little more raw than
rough fingertips.

Said the fawn unto the fox:
Sing to me a song of happiness
And the fox swirled rusty 'round
her twig legs- breathing about her
a scarf, crimson draping the snow.
First- said the fox:
First, show me your secret antlers,
and then I shall sing to you a song
of all the happiness of the earth.

Said the fawn unto the fox:
antlers, I have not.
They are spoken within a tree
and written in his knots.
And the fox swirled rusty 'round
her twig heart- breathing within her
a Sun, crimson draping her soul.
Then- said the fox:
Then, take everything you know
feed it light to make it grow
until the tree is the whole sky
and you are the North Wind, just as fast
telling stories to the aurora borealis
and making promises to last

And then, said the fox:
*And then you shall be mine,  
and I shall sing to you a song
of all the happiness of the earth.

Green mossy stones coated like
                       Irresistibly slick velvet carpets.
                                          magnified by smooth sliding crystal water,
                                                                  The fall away in dizzying cadence to a misty cloud.


This dream is a sweet recurrence. foreboding, inviting and familiar.
Far and away.High above even the clouds the emerald world below seems benign should
fall or launch to infinity.

The high priest in snowy white linen. He holds the golden staff aloft.
                yes there is nothing to fear. The gates are open wide for the chosen.
                                 I fear not. He holds his

hands wide and looks skyward. The chant is ancient.
                                                  Deliverance is assured to the sacrificial soul. Behold eternal bliss awaits.
                                                                       Open the gates we are the lamb upon the alter. cannot falter.
The covenant is sealed.

A dollar for your soul. A penny for your thoughts.

Material gain.Delay the pain for instant grats.

Today. Now.

Tomorrow is guaranteed to no man so eat drink and be merry for tomorrow

We fall to the emerald eternity.

Awaken from this dream. No ?

Dream on.