Guest guest Posted September 20, 2003 Report Share Posted September 20, 2003 But I like a certain amount of Confusion She said i. Consider for instance such moments as when music stops time falls like arms all around you words punctuate e motive springs beyond word conscious wells off eternal tip of tongue, pigment of imagination, again, a morning like no other rolls casually ,causally over mountain again dog bark in distance from south and then one more west ,relatively speaking again, this moment of something attainable to count for love of ways to timbre wolf thine aye(s) into the deep recreating river of mind fill the air like clouds of birdsong confuse the senses like slight wind rustled leaves random finger flutter over flute across some distant mountain still ancient drastic angular brown in bed of flat white cloud in dropped back sea of deep blue sky un yielding the past. Un-trivial words in-separate from that remoteness strange merger nothing we do not possess or control or create but sings through us another incarnation of nothing at all definable a tree outside the window, owl sitting in branches of it hears my silent standing awe I can only, assume as her head turns full around to see, through the pane into eyes of my paused being I, almost speak, unthinking to reach her with two great flaps plain beige wings lift her low over the field to be unseen, enfolded in a civilized wilderness ii. Trails along the mountain. A cabin and she walking toward it, waking in one path of two where wagon wheels worn away the golden grass. Dry feet in the cool dirt, flower in her hand distant trees, clearing, dusk falling and, falling feet of face through branches briefly moving deep within her. Whichever god is responsible for this question one might look into like eyes she loves the very thought of you, old hat. The way you are an element of the medium which creates her psychic dis position in the lamplight beneath moon the defloresting modes of stumbling, calling, striving to be heard for every word a universe to be had for every universe a sigh a breath in every word a paradox of dark worlds, to conceal or reveal, to keep the looking glass from shattering. Peace, Love and Poetic License, Cathie <A HREF="http://hometown.aol.com/SophiasRealm/Wisdom.html">http://hometown.aol.com/\ SophiasRealm/Wisdom.html</A> (( Please feel invited to visit my website which has a mandala for balancing masculine and feminine attributes of the Divine ... )) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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