Friday, June 3, 2016

begging- revisited 2016

1.

messages lost amid rubble
sorting through the past
her memory is clouded
silence sneaks in to fill her thoughts

unspent emotion like mud at the bottom of the lake
what must she do, what will it take
to grow again
what must she do
to land
from a journey
so unescapably high
any mother would cry

she wants to bless you with words
sound vowel meaning
flowing from source

give me your hand
I will trace the lines
and know

give me your gaze
I will look deep
and see clearly

give me your time
I will make you rich with love

2.

and the crowds are
pollution as movement

colors assaulting the light begging to be seen known felt

the story has no boundaries no coordinates for the map
no time space continuum agreement for the logic

constantly unfolding

the lotus revelation

thank you thank you

thank all of you

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