The Weight of the Wait of the Snowflake's Fall

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Crumbling under the weight of clear light,

heavy with crystalized patterns of thought,

the snowfields of I met the starfields of You,

not-two, viewed in the space-filled pastures of last night.

 

Light-climbing across the cloud banks blooming,

tombing in on the serene mood of moonlight;

shining as mind reflects, detects, even now,

the Pretty One plunged, Light-dumbed in OneBrilliance,

One motion of the Motionless One

Peaceful-I-ing, Chaos-I, dying into,

windowed into the view and the tuned frequency of You and I,

awake, asleep, alive and the always and never were dead,

flying free, lying deep in the sleepless waking,

lying under each snowflake's weight

 

 

of the wait....

 

 

 

 

 

of falling from the sky to birth and die in the arms

of This, my world, This, my earth, This,

my birth and my being Here Now.

 

Happiness falls as the night vales fall....

Mountainous Now

calls silently from the darkened night-sky

still here, still filled with stars burning out,

still, brning out in breathing deeply ---

 

this entire world,

My World entirely wired from a conspiratal Me,

conspiring to Be.

 

I spiral-spirit adhere to hearing God

Self

This

 

Moment knowing Itself to be

gone

Now. Now

Here,

Now here

gone

Now.

 

 

Kneeling stark naked in the words I write of snow,

dropped under the weight of my own desire to taste

the Sex Body of this mountain tasting me,

the word snow melts between this Mountain's

Heart and my own parting rivers

of peace.

 

Here, Now, a river of Peace

flows through,

touched by everything,

touched

by nothing.

 

 

 

Love,

 

Mazie