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In a world without paper
there are no trees
no roots
no tattoos
no love
no ink.
 1d Mike Adam
Zywa
I'm restless: the moon

stands still while it is moving --


imperturbably.
Composition "Moon Viewing Music" (2018, Peter Garland), for three gongs, part 6 "Harai arai / kokoro no tsuki no / kagami kana" ("I cleansed the mirror / of my heart - now it reflects / the moon", haiku by Renseki, 1701-1789, from the 1986 collection "Japanese Death Poems", compiled by Yoel Hoffmann), performed in the Organpark on four gongs by Pepe Garcia on February 8th, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #89
Having soared above the surly bonds of earth, shared the heavens with eagles and billowed halls of cloud, having witnessed the glorious-ness of the golden light of a setting sun on craggy mountain peaks and the eternity of great oceans.... and on descending through the patterned, green fields to set my craft down in the velvet tones of pristine evening.... I have lived the life of the Gods....
And want for no more.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
An explanatory note to they, who have not yet tasted the utopian experience of piloting an aircraft through the high altitudes.
Having not witnessed the true, unbelievable and pristine magic of this, our mother earth, the place we call home.
Hoppity Hop Hop
Hoppity Hoppity Hop
Hop Hop Hop Hop Hop
Thank you CloudyDaze for filling my mind with frogs! lol
Snow candles flicker
Scent of fir filling the air
Enchanting moonrise
Come, love, where foam wears a crown made of starlight,
where the sea hums a melody spun out of dreams.
The moon waltzes barefoot on tides ever restless,
and the wind whispers secrets it stole from the streams.

I have spun you a song from the breath of the ocean,
stitched it with pearls and the hush of the deep.
The dolphins have danced to the notes of my longing,
the jellyfish glimmer where my sorrows sleep.

I twine through the currents, I weave through the breakers,
a ribbon of longing, a whisper, a wraith.
I sing to the ghosts of lost sailors and lovers,
who answered my call with the hush of their faith.

They answered with sighs as they slipped beneath moonlight,
with hands outstretched to a promise unknown.
They followed the song like a tide-pulled surrender,
hearts spilling their echoes to waters below.

Still, there you stand, where the land meets the never,
feet traced by the waves, yet tangled in sand.
Oh, foolish beloved, the stars know far better;
you were never meant to be bound to the known.

Come tumble, come twirl, come be wild in the water!
Laugh as the minnows slip soft through your hands.
Let go of the weight that the earth placed upon you,
and waltz where the sea writes its love in the sands.

Love is not tethered, nor meant to be quiet,
It leaps like the tide and it sings like the foam!
So dance my beloved, where magic is boundless;
Where shipwrecks are cradled and sirens call home.

For love is not living when love is in waiting,
when longing outlasts even time’s cruel design.
And if you won’t have me in flesh or in waking,
then drown here in dreams…forever in mine.
Can we pour tears on the page?
  Paint war's horrors in poetry?
  Draw portraits with words?
  Make you feel love? First kiss?
  Broken heart? Pet's death?
  Parent's divorce split in two?
  Anguish of love in back seats?
  Can we poets make you feel it?
Life's butchers pacing beats
always end up eating ****.
My dearest Emily
I wake surprised to find
That I, a solitary man,
Have your soul inside my mind

Some see solitude
As lonely and forlorn
They do not know quite how
The sacred sounds are born

I've never been to Heaven
But I have been to the sea
And O, the Wild Nights!
Alive, alive in you and me

Did you wear the white
To symbolize your search?
And would you hear the prayer
Of one raised in the Catholic Church?

Please protect my family
Touch my seeker's heart
And crush with Infinite power
The lie that women create no great Art!
Silver reeds bend low,
fish slip through quiet hands,
pond exhales, then stills.

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