Guest guest Posted January 20, 2000 Report Share Posted January 20, 2000 hi all, a poem for now and dedicated to Skye Sister, whom i most admire for her ernestness, her wise-mind, and spirit--she is but my own self, healing. as i have thought often that my being "here" is for healing, how curious it has been that for many of us our health has been pushed ** beyond** illusory margins in order that we might travel along the "crash course." a path which is no path-- a process which is no process. .. a road which is us. namaste. love and blessings, gen stars: see red post marginalization bliss syndrome mixing light with acid rain eyes fixed forward-- moved subsurface environed by rocks and rocks and stale assumptions yawned from my eyes and i forgave myself and slid to the other side without moving , mixing light with sweet sweet rain in dark dark solitude eyes fixed looking still into revolving tide -- ambiguous shapes greet and sing --such clarity!-- one sings and i wish the planet well, fare well and a quiet easy bliss and being-- vermillion stars unmoving by my side in order to achieve it. --gen berlin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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