Monday, January 11, 2010

A Fire to burn

I light incense for my senses

orange light yearning:

a rainbow streams. Two pieces roam from one

and as the spiraling dance

turns around in romance

i dare to face what has begun.

(my thoughts give way

to a magnificent gray

that i buried beneath the rainbow)

the cloudy d d a a z y e s, surround me.

but, the gray excavation

from my burning meditation

is not now how it was;

it is what it has and it is what it’s spun.

It is what i see. It has to be one.

The flowing sensation

of the rippling mediation

is greater than, even You.


It can break through the world,

Emphasize its’ broken core.

make it crumble in defeat.

but see: it does not have

a heart to beat.

And it does not love.

It does not hold.

anything—but a desire

to tickle our senses.

to make Us believe

in Its’ greatness.


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