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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
dark moon (returning)
when i begin
to imagine
the drop of me
has risen
(effusive ebullient effervescing)
from the river of me
(bereft at parting)
(imagining completion)
i fall
back
into myself
relieved
by the mystery
of totality.
near the dark moon
(graphic source in this)
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Mmm. Sweet mediation, M.
ReplyDeleteIt calms me this chaotic morning.