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Barbara-Paraprem Jul 2014
Dreamers, sleepwalkers,
in a land of shadows and chimeras,
Buddhas, who seek the Buddha,
yearners, strugglers, dying persons.
Still with the last breath
hovered around from mists,
through the woods the morning star shines,
the red blood flows out of the heart,
that there beats and will beating eternally.
Dreamers, sleepwalkers,
sparks of light from nowhere,
like lightnings flashing through the universe,
again go out in the nowhere,
which lays its blackness comforting and motherly
yet at the last sigh around us.
Life, which, forgetting itself,
sees itself in the empty mirror
and doesn’t know, that the mirror
is in every fiber of its being
- not here or there
and beyond the great gate of the here,
through which it becomes itself
on the middle of the threshold a gateless gate.
Dreamers, sleepwalkers,
- A thunderclap!
A fall from heaven to earth!
A cry from earth to heaven!
An inconceivable moment of glory!
And only peace – unpronounceable holy…


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
Sputter Outlaw Jan 2020
My submission to the cosmos today is this
that the minor perturbation atop my vast desire
should not admonish but allow this verse
to see the light in this form of lexical representation
as it issues from my head through my fingers
and under my breath.

That limpness and idleness be banished hereof
from these words that attempt and do not fully fail
to seize the illusive grail of
frank effability.

As such,

Take heed and fear not frail heart of mine that once was lost
for now not only are you found but you are bound
to witness on behalf of
the triumph of longing
in the dark places.
The fumbling, groping, feeling around
when hope eluded you.

Now hope has won and wins again and again.


Faith, Hope and Love.


The greatest of these is now in the fight.

The greatest of these has thrown their gloves into the ring, fit and ready to bring it.

The greatest of these has got your back.

The greatest of these lift you up.

The greatest of these is what you were made for.

The greatest of these is many and splendoured.

The greatest of these is that somebody.

The greatest of these reigns supreme.

The greatest of these is the eternal, number one champion.

The greatest of these is all you need.


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Belonging to a fold of yearners
As wide, as deep
as language itself.
Let my ambling
meta-critique
be as one more pebble
thrown
adding ripples
to the vistatic loch of contributions
on this theme
echoing, echoing
from the chaos afore time
to adjunct futures
within the Caves, Temples, Palaces
and 'Scrapers of Rhyme.
What a way to start the day

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