Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Pieces of a River

How many elements of God exist in Namaste? I ask with aches
splintering through mind. I feel her as one feels an unborn to
love her as one loves a new birth ever to muse upon
faculties and features and futures surging within Namaste. How
to complete soul driven through soul and dying in pieces? I
ask with pains lunging into a universe ever for
misunderstanding. Is it valid, such as a stranger’s grief, where
unsaid observer is dying in pieces. I ask for an ideal which
sees itself to extend a quality of mercy to its reflection. Life is
absent of perfection where we near her soul through affection.
Am I remiss?—to fly through apparent with need to investigate
an opaque reality shadowed in pieces, particles and patience. I
ask sorely in motion to filter through motivation where I’m
want for a sky’s tattoo; and such a mood to fuel sullen analysis
while tiptoeing through sentences; for a social blunder lingers in
a soul’s garth ever to inscribe pressure on a man’s mirror to
scream, I was astonished. More for an unseen where a
personality
is wailing, Namaste. I’m without need to respond for need to
respond ever so blank as to believe said personality is
unaffected; and yes, I see to imagine a burden redeemed
through success where three become one and one becomes five.
Such is for light, a grain buried upon surface ever to pillage
unclaimed earth while gluing pieces staring into a starry stream.
I met her in my absence to see her on my return ever to churn
through a series of disciplines. I move to love a life spinning
through blocks where a lady asks, What have you built? I’m
but a child to give a child’s response, This is my fairytale home.  

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