Guest guest Posted January 1, 2009 Report Share Posted January 1, 2009 What power, what marvel! In the pond, the broken moon's reflection bobs— the swimming frog. Good Omen Just as I typed the above, a gray crane glided past my window landing in my neighbor's roof. What dignity, what presence in its motionless pose! What lesson in composure this winged master brought. If only my mind could penetrate that repose. Pete http://cerosoul.wordpress.com http://awakefiction.wordpress.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 2, 2009 Report Share Posted January 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6 wrote: > > What power, what marvel! > In the pond, the broken moon's > reflection bobs— the swimming frog. > > > > Good Omen > > Just as I typed the above, > a gray crane glided past > my window landing in my > neighbor's roof. What dignity, > what presence in its motionless > pose! What lesson in composure > this winged master brought. If only > my mind could penetrate that repose. > > Pete > http://cerosoul.wordpress.com > > http://awakefiction.wordpress.com > floating on your fingertips Floating on your fingertips inside your cyan sea, calling me a Chopin melody, play me like an oboe to a blind man's God, like a cello deftly held between your legs, draw your bow across my breast, let me fly across your sky. ~A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.