#hedge
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxI3t67cspw
Listen and recite on tempo with the space between preferably
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Let us sneak past the beholders
And fall through the hedge
Twist and tuck your shoulders
Careful not to slip the ledge
Where that speaking plant rose
'Till all noise is scant
Pass the root that slows
'Nd Keep the leaf that quickens
Follow the vine that goes
Passed the sign of picking
When the lone holt rises
And the deep mire thickens
There are three stones stricken
Standing of similar sizes
There it is the time of all ages
'Nd it doesn't matter what your age is
Where the wind flower is always a toss
And where the rocks are growing on moss
I have had it with signs and maps
At this next crossroad I will try to get lost
Nothing feels familiar and I've lost all name
Here life feels only a process, maybe a game..
I'm feeling wayward
I hope you are feeling the same
Forget all clocks
We will look in each others eyes to tell time
Forget all forms
The great Dao is a mirror and you are a mime
Whistle 'gypsy' to meet a sekret of my kind
Passage to a garden of thistle and thyme
five fold colors from the canopy above
rest warm and low on the mushroom land of love
With draping crowns of brugmansia
and fragile ground of foxglove
tip toe the maze and careful where she lept
for where she landed is where many had wept
the life giving rivers we swim
are the same some were sweptt
or have you ever thought
that where you are now is where once a soul's body was left?
where one is complete
another in this life is bereft
so respekt what beyond that hedge lies
everything may be separate now, but everything is one when it dies
And if I were to shapeshift into a fish
my swirling ocean, i would call my sky
And if that fish had one wish
Would be that the world would never run dry
See your spells of intention and what you imply
dictates what your world is run by
And that is beautiful
no one can deny
But quick! cover with the shade of mind
because beholders of beauty are everywhere
yet some give the evil eye
so I shade with the hedge of night
And gaze with my third of sight
so my body can be hidden
and my soul in soaring flight
Because something in the air in the city doenst feel right
But I see it in every one of your eyes, your own starry night
if you are still weary on the path to unite
this spells scroll recite
in one lord and lady
in darkness and in light
i cast this as tinder for your soul to ignite
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
There as I sat it spoke to me,
this wall of asymmetric cracks.
Its faded, soaked cement remained.
Its light red bricks answered back.
Past these chips of aged white
the blue sky hung with wispy cloud.
A distant bird with creeping weeds
through ancient windows spoke aloud.
Here light enfolds these steps of prayer
where new fresh grass is listening.
The hedges kept with varied plants
in waving breezes are glistening.
This ruined wall tells its story
of faded asymmetric glory.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
A bloom on the hedge,
Wants me to stop, but I left;
‘Love, it’s getting dark’
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
oh Candy
was caught
of failure
to compete
or straw
her bone
with him
a dire
inquisition mired
in *******
that she
breathe there
adamant and
safe a
counselor of
substance abuse
and yore
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
*Vor dem Gesetz steht ein Türhüter.
--Kafka*
This is a day
like the many days I've spent
empty handed
among the shadows at dusk
that cast no reflections
in the reflecting pools
and hold no illusions
as to what really is illusive.
But on this day my illusions
are changing
imagining that for once my world is based
upon three things;
The rule of law
The five books of your hand
And you, the prophetess that wrote them.
And as required
I will build a hedge for you.
And if this hedge
should ever over grow,
I will then trim it
like a true guardian of the law
Allowing none other entry
and I alone will hold fast
to the five books of your hand
and the only other existing copy.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
Against the perimeter of my childhood backyard
cluttered rows of privet hedges produced
tiny ruby berries, easily crushed if stepped on.
They always fell from the branches
in the slightest trail of wind.
Cougars prowled my playground.
My parents, hesitant to let me out alone,
planted the bushes
in the hopes the cougars would
eat the Ligustrum ovalifolium and never return.
I knew the berries were toxic
and could make me ***** more than what I consumed,
a time bomb in my stomach.
Mother said the poison could make
me shiver harder than a winter day.
When, once, I raised a berry to my lips
Mother plunged forward
and slapped it out of my fingers,
a strange mixture of anger and concern in her eyes.
I was never to pick one again.
I didn’t understand the problem
until I saw two cougars laying behind a privet—
a mama and her cub
no longer breathing in sync.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC