somebody spoke and I went into a dream

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Friday, January 26, 2007

birdsong and wildfire remains



stasis through growth.
evolution through meditation, mediation.
an iron rod
lying loose on the floor - classic interpretation
through birdsong and wildfire remains.
a million million worlds
contained in a single thought,
or the space between thoughts,
and we all in the middle,
abuzz.
Posted by deepoet26 at 10:13 p.m. 1 comment:
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