The Dark Suckers
I once had a teacher,
That made me question light,
His theory was simple
And it could be right
He said that in all of the bulbs
Which we plug in the wall,
Suck the dark, so we can see it all,
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The Illusion
I love, yet I am not a lover,
I cook, but ne’er call me a chef,
The more we learn about any one thing,
The more we realize we are but the fool,
Fortunately for us, when we come to the
Realization that we know nothing,
We instantly know everything,
For in this moment,
Anything is possible.
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The Fallen Angels
There is a place
Where angels dwell
Roses Blossom
And Playful clouds fade into eternity
On there own wings
they fly, dancing above,
but,
watching over all below
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Two Perfect Nights
The First Perfect Night
Where amber hues meet
rough and rolling rock,
Scarlet clouds fade to deep black,
Willows wisp, and swans dance,
all under a star lit sky.
It is here, that ontological dreams
fill my flighty head, and
triviality
fades
away,
Waters wake and flow between mind and body,
A moment forever,
never to be lost,
always remembered
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A Loom of Years - Alfred Noyes
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears,
I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
The leaves of the winter wither and sink in the forest mould
To colour the flowers of April with purple and white and gold:
Light and scent and music die and are born again
In the heart of a grey-haired woman who wakes in a world of pain.
The hound, the fawn, and the hawk, and the doves that croon and coo,
We are all one woof of the weaving and the one warp threads us through,
One flying cloud on the shuttle that carries our hopes and fears
As it goes thro’ the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
The green uncrumpling fern and the rustling dewdrenched rose
Pass with our hearts to the Silence where the wings of music close,
Pass and pass to the Timeless that never a moment mars,
Pass and pass to the Darkness that made the suns and stars.
Has the soul gone out in the Darkness? Is the dust sealed from sight?
Ah, hush, for the woof of the ages returns thro’ the warp of the night!
Never that shuttle loses one thread of our hopes and fears,
As it comes thro’ the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
O, woven in one wide Loom thro’ the throbbing weft of the whole,
One in spirit and flesh, one in body and soul,
Tho’ the leaf were alone in its falling, the bird in its hour to die,
The heart in its muffled anguish, the sea in its mournful cry,
One with the flower of a day, one with the withered moon
One with the granite mountains that melt into the noon
One with the dream that triumphs beyond the light of the spheres,
We come from the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
Alfred Noyes ( My great, great, great, great grand father )
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Rumi - This Marriage.....
This marriage is wine with Halvah honey dissolving in milk
This marriage is the leaves and fruit of a date tree
This marriage is women laughing together for days on end
This marriage is a sign for us to study
This marriage, beauty; this marriage a moon in a light blue sky
This marriage, this silence mixed with spirit.
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