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Dive in my friend! A wave caresses each valley on your skin, Filling up your holes with foggy recollections, A time long forgotten in the weathered banks of your memory. The illusion of past has deposited sand within your eyes. At the bottom of the ocean you might remain Unclog those fallacious fables that have kept Your arms glued to your sides. Wipe the sand away! Like a new breathe each moment.. The past is non-existent, But merely miles of ink dragged over a circle on crumbling white paper. Dive in my friend! To the black hole of scribbled words, The waterfall of your mind’s momentum Refilling the barren wasteland with floods of color, Through expression sings the transparent song of the soul, In a single note, In a single moment, Everlasting ecstasy. The infinite exist without a need for mouths to speak. The eternal exist without a need for ears to hear. For the truth wills itself a way to rest like precious stones In the deep rivers of our bloodstream, Just waiting to be stirred and awakened by the passion of love.
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 10:13 AM UTC
Mind Your Mind, Mind Mine
Dive in my friend! A wave caresses each valley on your skin, Filling up your holes with foggy recollections, A time long forgotten in the weathered banks of your memory. The illusion of past has deposited sand within your eyes. At the bottom of the ocean you might remain Unclog those fallacious fables that have kept Your arms glued to your sides. Wipe the sand away! Like a new breathe each moment.. The past is non-existent, But merely miles of ink dragged over a circle on crumbling white paper. Dive in my friend! To the black hole of scribbled words, The waterfall of your mind’s momentum Refilling the barren wasteland with floods of color, Through expression sings the transparent song of the soul, In a single note, In a single moment, Everlasting ecstasy. The infinite exist without a need for mouths to speak. The eternal exist without a need for ears to hear. For the truth wills itself a way to rest like precious stones In the deep rivers of our bloodstream, Just waiting to be stirred and awakened by the passion of love.
© Cory McQueen
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 10:13 AM UTC
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