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The quietness of sunlight pressing me down
into the driveway where I lay,
Under the driveway tree
Hungry hawk sends echo across skyline
A kind of wind comes...
Like smoke signals
Listening
Every piece of Earth is talking now
Retelling about The Way
There is no considerable danger in ending
And no considerable ending, and no considerable beginning
As we've been told so many times before
There is also no hawk, and yet there is hawk
No skyline, yet there is skyline
No sunlight, but sunlight yes
No wind
Yes wind
Listening and no listening
There is also no driveway, and yet there is driveway
Where I am laying, but not laying
Pressed by sun
Wind
Turned into smoke
And driveway tree
A storm coming
But no storm
No coming
No going
and also, and therefore
Quiet.
Spirits are talkin'
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One could hold heaven in ones heart...Your words make Silence drip into my ears.
ReplyDeletenb: i love charcoal drawings.
Fantastic drawing, but your poetry always manages to grab my heart and hold on tightest. I think nature (and life, and love) is all about existing in the paradoxes and loving each for what it is. I would imagine that when Spirits talk they talk in many different ways, the better for us to hear all of them.
ReplyDeleteLoved this.
it seems they are having spirited conversations! ;)
ReplyDeleteWonderful Charcoal!....Koanic poem!
gawd, you have a way with words. so touching.
ReplyDeletei don't know if it's obnoxious to share with you, but for all that you've inspired me with:
http://fatscribe.com/2009/03/untamed-beasty-procrastination.html
Great 2011 for you and yours Akka B!!!
Jg.
Inspiring. Thank you!
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