Thursday, August 22, 2013

atma prema

we pick-up-sticks
tiddley winks
from view-master days
in our halcyon mirror
striving to be
who we yearn to be
the zaffre-blue summer moon disappears

streets & stars
spark our compassion
as pages burn in our bones
yet the heart of this moment
is all we need
and all
we ever need know

feel the day & dance with gods
let your soul rocket to the sun
& trust the moon
wholeness is found
in one

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