
The earth
Displays
All that grow
And live on it
Like a chord
That is played
In silence.
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The earth
Displays
All that grow
And live on it
Like a chord
That is played
In silence.

Cried
More brown could
Ground this painting
But there is not enough of it
And the colors feel like air
A pale sad column
Stands up in the middle
And is being echoed
At one side
I looked at pictures
Of some loved ones
Who have died
And cried.
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A man with a beard and a bird
It is a mystery
That’s made of nothing
And yet it works
Looking with no eyes
You’ll find
It’s made of
Blocks of dreams
And colors
That are open
To no end.

On the river of me
The sun here and there,
The trees, the fields, the lakes,
Some grass, some earth,
A friend, a flower,
A cloud, a bird, a song
And the longing in my heart
As I float
On the river
Of me.

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?

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.

From within the moving lines
And out of grey fog
Come the hot
And burning
The radiant
And the heavily opaque
Strong, stronger and even more than that
And steam comes out of the encounter
Dusty and dark at times
All appearing in the white
And from the white
That lets them all be.

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.