above the petals of dreams Jan 10, 2009
the gods of mystery, pattern, and foolishness( which is to say rain are haunt ing my easier with time)i,reading,now feel not( so much the loss)when completing some long jour knee from from god , the sky-- life is pain . we , deluded hither thit her in wind , we . wander finding shelter find ing noth in g ( part icic les my fro zen your(you're)froze n f a c (ia fr Sometimes you have to freeze , before you can move like water again. come apart, come together, this tiring non-duality(does it sicken you too , O my darling chickens wondering for seed on the open eroadsion(meaning!less&!more) so in sun shine , chicken-less we Find Out Who sehandstheknifeisinnow, (by conservation, losing a little bit of knowledge somewhere else in the brain-- life is rain . we , evaporating off car hoods , fumbling for our keys (some times finding them) ignition is an affront to life on all four cylinders , at the four corners of the world , across four seasons , with four winds bearing down-- and be wary of those who see not the rain , lost as they are among their papers , reams of unwilling victims of sap sacrifice no longer reveling in water but considered ruined if touched by it. our curse is that we see the ground & not the five minutes we have before it O heavy Future , fly off ! i have to come down & then quiet these thirsty trees
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