Posts Tagged 'dust'

403. Red

Red

That day
The body was made
Of dry twigs.

It walked across the
Blue mountain ridge.
But the ridge was not
In this world.
It belonged to a place
Where meteorites
Fall in the white sky.

The body took
Two clouds of dust
With it
And its heart beat
Red, red and red.

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.

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