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 Slowly the shadows file into the ancient Spanish hall-- pale young faces with weary Aztec eyes behind black lines, earrings, li... [read more] |
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Slowly (very slowly) the poem is born upon the page: sounds assemble into words take root ... [read more] |
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Something there is that happens to us in our holy secret moments when in radiance and cascade we slip inside the hour and you rise upon me... [read more] |
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Instants glow. In a flurry of sound words reshape the world-- ancient wanderers in a land of make-believe. Beneath the waves,... [read more] |
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I climbed the mountain. The echoes of my steps: A ... [read more] |
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Behind the word, The wordless. Behind the sound, Silence. Behind a heartbeat, T i m e f... [read more] |
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On the canvas the sunflowers reach for a brilliant sun that gives no warmth-- yet, they will never die, their beauty will live... [read more] |
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Woman breasts of ocean crests glittering in the sun lithe puissant thighs sweltering like golden strands under translucent ski... [read more] |
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Above the green riot of leaves the sun drifts like a huge ethereal beast, dripping light upon russet-colored ground-- in the apparent chaos... [read more] |
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catch a beam from the sun & keep it in your heart; let everyone touch you & feel the warmth of it. [read more] |
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go up into the clouds tell them what the world of man is like; come down swiftly & watch them cry. [read more] |
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climb up the highest mountain scream luuuuvvvvv from the peak nonstop for three days; climb down afterwards, & hear your own cries. [read more] |
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see the world as one & all people loving one another. [read more] |
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look at all the colors of the univdrse as if you came from the back of it. [read more] |
 I can’t go to bed, Cause the things in my head, Make it hard to fall asleep. It’s like it happened today, and it won’t go away. Don’t ask... [read more] |