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Zen beastie Jun 2014
Toiling is such a strange word.
In the kitchen my hands smell of strawberries
Roiling juices blending share aroma,
tongue flickers
Palate says yes.
Can this be work?
preparing supper
Zen beastie Jun 2014
Malapartes frozen monuments,
the icy "traffic cops" pointing the way to Moscow
point out to  me how far we have not come.

Curzio's wounded moose
bleeding life upon the icy lake
attending medics fussing in concern.
Hypocrisy? Compassion?

Shall our Fate mimic that  of
The Horses of  Ladoga.
Panicked as the phase shift of our barbarity
encapsulates us in the ashes
of this most wonderful contrasting
world
dark thoughts.public by mistake
Zen beastie Jun 2014
"Truth in Silence"
kinda puts an end to talking
Move in  lockstep  
just keep walking.
Not Goose Quills, Just thrills

What's that in the here and now?

Tandem rhythms softly humming 
breezes now and quiet strumming
stroking taut vibrating strings
Grains start flowing, whispered  singing , 
flowing down  the gentle ridge.
**, the dune is moving.
Zen beastie Jun 2014
"Zero ,  and that's not too cozy",
Point being One
Is two beings
Recurring
Have you figured it out?
Well, don't all shout.
Shall we go round again, it was such fun the last time.
Oh! What was that? It seems that I forgot.
The question being...no thing
At all, at all.
Zen beastie Jun 2014
I cannot see you, but eye can !
Ears cannot hear, but the heart can,
Smart Sherlock's  wisdom
might deduce the essence of your silent deflection.
Spiralling on the thermals of the mind,
the higher eye soars surveying  the event horizon that
spreads like an oil slick before my gaze,
The world and all that's in it , out of it,
Spinning ,spinning. I can see,
And of  that interaction, that total neural interface,
that synthesia of being
Was that the step out of the Old?
I'll finish  for today and carry on.
Zen beastie Jun 2014
Light on my eye.
sunlight's glinting rays exposing  rainbows
  rippling
shards of lucency impinge my visions cells
prismatic spears waypoints
to  atomic levels of our universe
colours translate to frequencies percieved
the pervading energy  a maze of  tunnels scintillating ,
all is a thundering ubiquitous rumble, the voice of god? the thought distracts and manifests as it and gone.
the sunlight falling on the eye  where is seeing happenening
Zen beastie Jun 2014
There's not a lot to follow here
I hope I make that very clear.
Primary purpose is  contact
React,
do not detract from that which we call Art.
So if I were a flatulist I might expect to still be kissed
but if  a stoic, so heroic and my eyes were just dichroic
well then,
We could do  this  gnostic trick
And vanish,
In one long  transcendent tick.

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