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Open & Receive

To flow

Lost in the mind of unattachment~

Relation floats to the top,

Bubbling in iridescent mounds.

Blood spinning full body,

Taken ancient ritual

To lands unknown,

Abyss flies,

High collapse,

Forms dissolve to absorb.

 

Human knows, mankind blows its ashes

Into the sea

Where fish nibble surface gifts,

Crawl to form surface, lifts

Familiar exotica,

Erotica basks

In sunshine frays,

Grays may blend broken rays

Off the pleasure. Desire

Bubbles & brews to the top,

Furling into forms to which our touch is born,

Our travels sojourn,

Ever sifting, filtering the moon & the sun.

 

Feeling joy form & torn,

The reverb sung & proverb born,

Chug on, truck on

Traveling Celestial Mist.

The smoke sends its message to our ancestors,

Thanks & quests, may we rest &

Face our tests &

Jump off the highest crests &

Flow down through the darkest depths.

 

Fearless, shall we be, tearless, never be.

The taste & the smell, Earth’s story we shall tell & retell to our kin,

Our progeny rebel against the story of sin,

Announce the return to our dance, making sense of the din.

We may collapse the columns, but in deep truth

The cycles form regardless of ruth.

 

With that knowing smile,

A goddess wraps her finger

Round his golden locks,

Open, as always, they dangle and glisten,

If we would listen,

The fear would instantly disappear,

Jeers against the queer would shift into gear

To endear us to the weird &

We would cheer!

 

The dampness will burn,

The heartache will churn,

Our souls still yearn for

That moment when we lose it.

The bruised tips healing in the instant,

The shock waves reckon this is it

& the feedback expatiates past the limits.

We already have the wildness,

The bliss of expansiveness,

Still spinning in the Spiral Ever Endless.

 

 

10/28/12

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Nov 3, 2012
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