spirit-braille

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Neck-deep in this watery submersion,

Sky-falling inward through the silver-flickering mirror

Marking time across the moon, I climb higher, higher.

 

Poets rip out their original Adam's rib,

Rivited to all mankind and Nothing Of, Is, in Light.

Poets crush their Heart with the Luminous bone,

Make an Unbreakable bond with anyone who reads,

Any eye that falls upon the river of Bliss bled upon

The page you see before you now.

 

 

You see, Beloved, Beloved …

 

 

Under the waterfall of time I fell,

Tumbled helplessly after rings tossed in,

Tarried long after hours in the tavern of mind,

Blinded by the intoxication born along,

Offered all along in various, desire-adorned,

Beautiful, oh jeez, so beautiful, vasanic jars.

 

Now, and I cannot say how or why,

Or even when,

Everything is clear, still, silent.

 

Seriously, friend to friend, engaged in Heart,

Glad Happiness is clearly,

Still. . .Silence speaking, silent

Language to no one in particular.

No one.

Spirit-Braille.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie