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Melanie Kate Sep 2013
The night is thick.
Far away a train,
drumming its way out of town,
In the dead silence of darkness;
My breath frosty in the air,
underneath this weeping tree -
I whisper to the shadows:
secrets, truths, my love for thee.
(c) MKD 2013
Echoes of living
All time inside the present
Complex and simple

Complex and simple
Novelty exponential
As it always is

As it always is
Forever swells in motion
Change is the constant

Change is the constant
Transformation's here and now
I am living death

I am living death
Death is living manifest
Born from the ceasing

Born from the ceasing
Constantly falling into
The grave of presence

The grave of presence
Is the garden evermore
A fullness profound

A fullness profound
More than can ever be known
Felt here through being

Felt here through being
All at once liberated
Freedom this moment

Freedom this moment
My breath invites exchanging
Interdependence

Interdependence
Everything's brought to life
By spirals self spun

By spirals self spun
There is nothing I am not
No one that I am

No one that I am
I am existence alone
I the paradox

I the paradox
A mirror in a mirror
Echoes of living
liss Mar 2014
i keep repeating the same **** over and over again
i'm too full of pride and guiltless sin
to even begin thinking of how to start again
i'm fine

— The End —