Guest guest Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 When the river floods, conjure the drought. The mind's sky is blue, dry as a bone. No word can moist that endless mouth. In silence's dust, the petrified tongue, utters no sound. Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6 wrote: > > When the river floods, conjure the drought. > The mind's sky is blue, dry as a bone. > No word can moist that endless mouth. > In silence's dust, the petrified tongue, > utters no sound. > > Pete dry or wet nothing is touched Bill PS: great poem Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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