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 Dec 2010 Ruthie
Obadiah Grey
In the
gathering of
silence - in the
mustering of the dark;
in every comforting shadow
hollow beats a heart,

Hollow
beats a heart
in every comforting
shadow, in the mustering
of the dark,  in the gathering
of silence - hollow beats a heart.
 Dec 2010 Ruthie
Demitrius
To live in a world
Is to live parallel,
With what people see.

To simply live
Is to live boundless,
Becoming of what the people will soon see.

To be content
Is to be bored,
With the rules you have set.

To be happy
Is to be satisfied,
Even before you have to set rules.

To not except the similarities of life
Is the same as not being able to see,
If one cannot see these views
One has no vision to see with.
The world is living the past,
Merely dreaming sweet tomorrows
And burying the present alive.
When watered by the richness of Nature's beauty,
My eyes bloom in admiration--
Here, alongside the lotus and the lily
And the flowering sun that smiles the dawn,
Blossoms new sensations-- ever so sweetly.

All dressed in yellow and green,
The grass bends forth in humility
To greet all marvels the meadow has seen;
While children play their glorious games,
The tender tree leaves play with the breeze--unseen.


Swans sweep over the soothing stream
While clouds float on the flowing breeze;
As if by some unearthly force, it does seem,
The wet cotton clouds are squeezed to pour forth
Its resurrecting rain to tickle the trickling stream.

Lulled by the nightingale song, I dream
To one day dive in and splash like the frog
And make his crazy funny flips into the stream,
And to one day renew my life to a level so ecstatic
As of a butterfly that kisses a breathing blossom--I dream.

With grateful eyes, I greet God's great blessing--
Nature, sweet healer who with dreams does soothe.
Now, with life and spirit renewed , I  pour my offering
To this Divine Beauty-- not mere words, but me myself.
'Maiden of dreams, let me die on your lap, dreaming.'

— The End —