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Breaking Bread with Rabbits
The boundless beauty of creation
abounds around us,
like
a waterwheel
Even as we slumber, deep awake
Bunkered deep
away,
from the god of this world
Like fruit-bearing rafters
in the heart
of an eye
Our mind remains glossy and waxed
and weak
And by poverty and poetry
our eyes
become remiss, to see our fingertips
The quiet hollow of our
tomorrow,
holds no gain for us
Only a low-pitched squeak, ready for squabble
Yet, a living but often ignored
hope
still exists,
In the fabric of forward motion
A steel spring, that springs eternal
from our hopeless soul
As we
mediate our speckled fate
with
humpbacked ejaculations
But in a splintered moment
of meditation,
we improve our squalid eyesight
As we break our bread with rabbits
to groom
our lecherous desires
Letting the wondrous whispers
of God
fall into a hollow
of wild pussy willows
As time speeds ahead, like a fly – with its final warning
Carpet bombing us
with
its negligence,
And the choking gurgle - of the downtrodden
Behold the dust
For we are the dust of stars,
with
the breath of life
And all this marvellous
collage,
belongs to us
~/~
Nice
Work! slc
I might add that even those
I might add that even those without eyes, but with their other senses working, can also draw this all in. Perhaps no one shortchanged in that regard - the loss of one sense heightening the others.
"We are the dust of stars - with the breath of life."
How truly capturing and beautiful.
A truly enlightened
A truly enlightened reflection. With an expansive view you presented us with the key to all creation and our very honored position as an audience to endless grandeur. This being evidence of God's unfathomable love was a gift of brilliance, insight and ascension. Glorious and inspiring work.
The last twelve lines are
The last twelve lines are absolutely brilliant!
J-Called