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porcupine
USA
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Posted - Apr 04 2010 : 12:50:20 PM
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autumn stars and this old tree where the wind blows through its hollow fluted trunk, the Sone singing to the golden moon like innocence so many beds collecting so many drying lakes beached whale, pushing off again, for the sea is endless in the sky we fly, thick as a feather... dryad on that log, pushing light into a foghat where the corners of dreamy days riptides upon the webby interpenetrations of love's lone and wonderful passing, mark the clouds, the fading clouds, imprinted from an instant gaze you speak whistfully of a pain i do not know, and all around you the angels shimmer there is no reason I know, yet the world is untangled in kindness all doors open, we rove the cities, seeds of wildflowers spilling from our pockets and our intentions silent
how life has ushered one to stop in place, suspended in humble places yet rising unseen, your words give birth to grasping solace, spirits from fires where our stories winter and spring, living rising upon stones and in stick collections, eventless, just a voice... butter smeared across the white bread that long time fairy call, i am hidden in my dreams, and eroded in my wondering though still, these days, I remember, the pomo is all round and we have joined again, the difference of an inch and the pain is gone call the heavens and the worms from their cozy tunnels if you want...
wandering and undone, love you lift my eyes again, the badness is gone i see the beauties of every corner, the certainty of being, for sure those who dwell far out in nebulous bliss divine wanderers, and sisters of the sun they return here unseen but boisterous, they light the paths with joysome in tune
every where my eyes rest upon shrines, transparent they are bending the way with lines of you without within in the loom of amens, words, dellopagating ecstasis
how the hills wait
how do i make peace with all creation? the fluttering, uttering, shuttering in waiting, alone, ghosts of some old dream at my door, you slip in through hidden cracks, smiling with a joke and a yo yo what does it mean, to divine these days that are divine? poetry slips up life is completeness |
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Kirtanman
USA
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Posted - Apr 04 2010 : 11:05:21 PM
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quote: Originally posted by porcupine
autumn stars and this old tree where the wind blows through its hollow fluted trunk, the Sone singing to the golden moon like innocence so many beds collecting so many drying lakes beached whale, pushing off again, for the sea is endless in the sky we fly, thick as a feather... dryad on that log, pushing light into a foghat where the corners of dreamy days riptides upon the webby interpenetrations of love's lone and wonderful passing, mark the clouds, the fading clouds, imprinted from an instant gaze you speak whistfully of a pain i do not know, and all around you the angels shimmer there is no reason I know, yet the world is untangled in kindness all doors open, we rove the cities, seeds of wildflowers spilling from our pockets and our intentions silent
how life has ushered one to stop in place, suspended in humble places yet rising unseen, your words give birth to grasping solace, spirits from fires where our stories winter and spring, living rising upon stones and in stick collections, eventless, just a voice... butter smeared across the white bread that long time fairy call, i am hidden in my dreams, and eroded in my wondering though still, these days, I remember, the pomo is all round and we have joined again, the difference of an inch and the pain is gone call the heavens and the worms from their cozy tunnels if you want...
wandering and undone, love you lift my eyes again, the badness is gone i see the beauties of every corner, the certainty of being, for sure those who dwell far out in nebulous bliss divine wanderers, and sisters of the sun they return here unseen but boisterous, they light the paths with joysome in tune
every where my eyes rest upon shrines, transparent they are bending the way with lines of you without within in the loom of amens, words, dellopagating ecstasis
how the hills wait
how do i make peace with all creation? the fluttering, uttering, shuttering in waiting, alone, ghosts of some old dream at my door, you slip in through hidden cracks, smiling with a joke and a yo yo what does it mean, to divine these days that are divine? poetry slips up life is completeness
Wow.
Just Wow.
I bow to you, happily thanking you for your wisdom.
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Wholeheartedly,
Kirtanman
** there is no reason I know, yet the world is untangled in kindness
** we have joined again, the difference of an inch and the pain is gone
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wandering and undone, love you lift my eyes again, the badness is gone i see the beauties of every corner, the certainty of being, for sure
**
every where my eyes rest upon shrines, transparent they are bending the way with lines of you without within
** poetry slips up life is completeness ************
Ohhhh YES IT IS!!
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Edited by - Kirtanman on Apr 04 2010 11:06:38 PM |
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jamuna
Australia
104 Posts |
Posted - Apr 05 2010 : 06:10:53 AM
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wow I loved this porcupine, the following lines especially captured me
quote: we rove the cities, seeds of wildflowers spilling from our pockets and our intentions silent
quote: every where my eyes rest upon shrines, transparent they are bending the way with lines of you without within
Thank you for sharing
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porcupine
USA
193 Posts |
Posted - Apr 18 2010 : 2:45:50 PM
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how to destroy voice in head starve it dont write don't read blah blah
rally against it with silence be compassionate burn a book smoke a bowl play a horn
listen to the hum give it away please it worship it wash it run away live in it
be still forget about helping people help yourself
fall in love cous-cous strike without warning and annilate the mind
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porcupine
USA
193 Posts |
Posted - Apr 18 2010 : 2:46:55 PM
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one for the deer
Sunshine on the new moon as I walk, my staff half stirs the world Flo says 'leave it up to me, I'll handle the rest' -I don't know what to do every time I hear the dull thud of grass my head is exploding, my heart is overflowing... maybe I should tread more carefully but then again, I do not care (runs off into the horizon) may the saiyans that watch over this town be in joy and true bamboo washed in water; funny symbols i die, loving the one who thought of warmth still crushing daffodils nakedly in the woods
it is from that realm i write this, as so much breath to say thats enough, you have convinced me of existence for now |
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porcupine
USA
193 Posts |
Posted - Apr 21 2010 : 03:19:44 AM
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releasing the magic of the words releasing everything free like an eagle a goose a dreamer bound to happen it was bound and it was coming release the magic in the words release the pomo running river she is weaving cacaphony blank apostrophe release doings, chill wytipodating rise i am forgetting sry ripples blow through dandelions in the wind in the wet warm light of the night coming this does not make sense
and he raised up his glass and he was like and nothing can be created or destroyed
we were wandering nomads i wanted to die, still i want to die and because they **** me i speak to them because they summon me i appear
HERMETIC!!!
everything i see deep coitus silence nothing where is the poetry of orgasm it is life itself and the path of ecstasy is greater still
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