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all this joy
and all this pain
all the things we think and see
all this hope and
all this love

vibrations and energy

all this madness and confusion
written by some inner hand
we have woven this illusion
all that we can understand

what if we could see beyond
what our perception is concealing?

Earth is moving
time is a dimension
color is a feeling

what if we could move beyond
all the things we think and see?
what would happen to our souls
if we could know
reality?
 Jun 2021 not a prognosis
Maelynn
Lazy mornings on summer days,
Relax! Forget your modern ways!
Stay awhile and chat-
We’ll drink our coffee on the porch
Content as the old house cat.
Like dust in the wind
I'm the tiny particles
Following in your footsteps

Like small talked words
I lay forgotten
Upon your restless lips

Still there but not quite there
I seek out
Some important form

Like dust in the wind
I'm scattered
Spread too thin across your floor
upon the window awning
sparrows did land this very morn
to sing a lyrical song
in an upbeat tone
 Jun 2021 not a prognosis
Brett
If there is one thing I have learned on my travels,
it is that
the currency of eternity is the fingerprints you leave on the fabric.

The slow imprint of a million miles walked. Set free your timid heart and
leave behind an outline of an essence.

An amorphous mold that denies the shape of the world around it.
Be a surprise.
Let them label you a miracle or a sickness.

In time they will come to realize
the edge of the world is a place to dance.
Reach forward, and gift sound to silence.
 Jun 2021 not a prognosis
Aishu
She smiles
He smiles
And the friendship begins with a smile
petals close when you are near

stars shudder at your finger tips

the moon shakes in it’s silver skin

and I -

blossom,

despite myself and my heart’s warnings

against your cruel caresses

I sigh, into your curves

and bury my head in the sands of oblivion
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