One question I have now is this;
What kind of creature the horse is?
An animal who is exultant of his strength
And the brightness of his rustling mane.
Who made the horse to run so fast?
Who caused it to leap like a locust?
Who made it not to fear the harness and the saddle?
Who made it not to fear the harshness of the battle?
He is not shaken by the sharpness of the spear,
I seldom know an animal who laughs at fear.
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Corrugated, rusted metal.
Copper oxide hooks
Dig in, pulling skin, drawing long, red smiles.
Red is better than false in any sense.
These tetanoid chains will not loosen their grip!
It’s no use fighting
The chains seem to be the only metal
That remains un-eroded.
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Erratically-tossed sequins
Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
For the spry flights of cherubim -
And Jehovah - madman or genius -
I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
And I'm a lowly spectator.
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A needle pulling thread; “pull it over itself,” “See the ‘X’?”
Pierce the perforated white
Pull it through, form the-
A wonky ‘W’ shape manifests in the firelight.
But I’ll get it someday, when I find the patience to.
A simple stick-figure becomes a pixel-art drop of dew
Becomes a vibrant landscape.
A world of thread and crosses.
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WOMB OF TWINFLAME BEGINNING
In delicious Womb of all beginnings
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts
warm gurglings of God’s dream for us
Morning glories were waiting
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Erratically-tossed sequins
Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
For the spry flights of cherubim -
And Jehovah - madman or genius -
I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
And I'm a lowly spectator.
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DREAMS (song)
Bring dreams into Being
Shatter oxygen to sing
of Creation’s flowers
of Creation’s powers
Dance the dual
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WHERE I AM FREE
My freedom lies beyond
the cloud of unknowingness
beyond mists of time where
I disappear into olive groves
which furl and unfurl in slow dawns
Here there are no gates
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WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE
Where Love learns no more
two serpents crawling twine
one midnight black another
luminous wizardy white
entangled fanged bedazzled
circled by ultra violet rays
ultra red Sun the One
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