Poetry
Secret
I can see by your wings that you were only telling me a secret about the wind.
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The Summit
No concern at the summit to differinate a pathway from a trail
nor an epoxy bonded keyboard from sound.
LISTEN
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Soft Beams
Soft beams of cream colored light.
The clown, my face, listening to horizon lines.
The quite lullaby dream
turned
turning
into ice on a winter day
discovering orgone crystals of blue ice.
Eying twilight modules of energy.
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Letting Go
This object, a wondering object,
blue shaped like a singing egg.
This singing object, mating with an unseen wind.
This object, hold this object in your mind.
Shape its blue form into a bird, a silent bird.
A bird without a chirp.
Look through your birds eyes into its song.
Let the bird go.
This is a song in your mind.
Let the song go.
This is a sound in your mind.
Let the sound go.
This is your mind.
Let your mind go.
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