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369. Inner light

The king is standing
Clumsily
The simple man is lying down
Perhaps he is stretched
In pain?

The sun is shining rather harshly
And there is no need for it
As everything
Is radiating
Inner light.

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.

362. Ripples

The big wind came
And swept away
The little house,
The trees
And the ripples in the water

And so it worked
Till there was nothing left, but
The little house,
The trees
And the ripples in the water.

361. Can you take it with your heart?

Boo!!!
I frightened you
Now
The trembling waves
Are sinking
In the white

And what about
The texture
Of the white, you ask?
It is the source
Of stories
Wait for them

The light
Will stream
Unblinking
Can you take it
With your heart?

And you?

360. To feel good together

She talked harshly to the children
There was only love among them
They were too nervous to learn
She was too nervous to teach

It stayed like this for many years
In the end of which it was
The habitual way to feel good
Togeher.

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