August 2010
28 posts
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Days with My Father →
you are an ever evolving conceptual work of living...
the beat of my erosion
my heart does not beat the same after i lost my own true love at sea. now enlisted here on the shores of a further journey i feel a lonely breeze and every breaking wave tears into my heart. i sing aloud right now to the beat of my erosion. as i am washed away i turn into somebody who will surprise you n the street one day. my eyes will then remind you of the sweet and salty wind that swept across...
the spontaneous experience
the raising of our heads in recognition of every moment yeilds the spontaneous creation of experience. then from within the light of consciousness our threads construct the locks and keys to the questions of what is.
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the song of the earth
i remember you as the focus i desired the determination i admired that your hands who gracefully said yes despite the burning in your eyes tho the yearning with the will to say no wisdom beyond the definition of time cosmic was your love and i was the human race indulgent and ignorant when i left you, there was nothing left to be said i heard your tempest breath breathing down the lines purging...
omfg. dream house. foh shoh. →
