Thursday, December 10, 2015

Swans Fly

As it falls, Love; to spin a reality, filled with forces; and yes to hear it, a voice of waves, to use your breath.     We kindle filters, to shiver like ghosts, and through a face-star.     I speak it—to live it, sipping coffee; and why for not, connected to yogis, and cryptic mystics.     I pulled and called, to grieve our days, and love our lives.     Feel for monads, to guide a soul, to channel through winters.     I love to hear us, with a fleece of friends, to dabble in different arts; but more to secrets, to love it like grace, or even religion.     We feel it turning, even a mind-clock, to grip for hearts. We shift the fortune, to bless the world, to focus on love; and never forget, the once for love, and stricken dearly.     The fleece has grown, to love a few, to share for gifts.     It’s long this life, to feel intensely, searching for therapy; but tears are purpose, a line of geese, to float away grief; and more was told, to hold the Book, to battle the Dark Night.     We live it torn, and born to magic, a young martian.     We live it lights, to cater to souls, the deepest ritual.     I love to hear it, a cultic spin, to grin at sore awares.     I imagine mischief, a want for power, to challenge the stars—and tug the rivers, pouring through psyches, to identify chi; for such is conscious, a trek through deserts, stressing the ink; in which is gold, to unflood a soul, pouring into mother.     I laugh, a bit too serious, as stern as childhood; and more to know, as years churn futures, to see it in self.     We share for pictures, a soul’s DNA, to seek the same God; where pain is grit, a filter of wisdom, to see it for codes; for something’s pious, to dig the self, where something churns.     So live it like wisdom, the deepest vortex, to feel for love.        

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