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375. Bursting

Bursting

The heart is bursting
It wants to go up
The legs are pushing down
To make the body rise
But there is no ground
To push against
The ribs open up
And break
Shall I go up to the right?
Or left?
Or, maybe, just
Spread myself
Into the universe?

374. Portrait of a man with an idea

At first he looked to his right
Then he changed his mind
Now he is facing us
With interest
This has cleared his mind
From the magnetic fields
Of thinking
Enough
For an idea
To appear.

372. Glue

He has been caught in the tree
And his guts are spilling
He is a kite
That has gotten
Many messages
The tree is tearing him
Apart
He has lost his cord
His heart is bleeding
The sky has no more clouds
To cry for him
He will have to play
With what he has
He will have to build a collage.
And what
If he is out of
Glue?

371. Dust


Dust has gathered
On the surface of my sun
My sun is emanating
Light and rain.

Discern:
Let your heart
Do the choosing
Let your sense of beauty
Show you
We are one.

368. Like Soutine

Like Soutine
Never fit in
Approximate
Roll colors
On your tongue
Eat the fields
Swim behind your ribs
Adjust your heart
To pleasant warm
Know that grass
Will yellow in the summer
Find the blue
Lie flat on your back
And follow the stars.

367. Not a person there

So familiar
And yet
I do not
Know them

Each is busy
With his things
But they talk
With not a word between them

there is big sky
And roads to walk
The two are walking
With not a person there.
























							

366. With the sun in his heart

Still bent
But starting to straighten out

Still struggling
But Starting to radiate

Walking on the earth
With the sun in his heart.

365. Look through

When the storm
Is passing
When the thunder
Is still heard
And the horseback riders
Of distraction
Are still
Chasing them
Look through.

See the trees and meadows
See how much
The sky is deep
And laugh.

You are deeper than them.
Think of
Other things
You want
To make
Out of yourself
And play.

364. Alive

363. The light of which

No.
He grew up differently
From how it was expected.
The entanglements of his mind
Kept scaffoldings going
All around him,
While within,
And it was not caught
By outside eyes,
a plant emerged
In his inside world,
The light of which
Is felt
Far, far away.


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