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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?

358.The backyards of the universe

Is it a mountain
Or the roof of a barn?

Is this a cloud
Or a smoking chimney?

And this,
Is this a man
With a bird in his hand?

What does he think about?

Do his thoughts
Dive in the sky?

And the drop of green
That fell on the face of the paper,
Why did it fall?

Can this drop be another world
With other people and birds?

Why don't they come closer
To shake hands with us
To have tea
And talk about our lives?

And can the children
Go out and play together
In the backyards
Of the universe?





357. The light they had

There was a thought

And very soon emotions gathered

In no time

The wind will chase them all away

But we will still be blinded

By the light they had.


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