All Of The Lovely ShadowsAll Of The Lovely ShadowsIn solitude, this beautiful womanHolds a tattered paper heart to her breastAll of the lovely shadows fringed in redBut her contradictions blacken the airThe sorrow of knowing and not knowing And the unknowable heart's deep longingSlowly she counts back, lover by loverTo the root of this imperfect momentThat darkest sign in the furthest cornerThen forward again, kiss by kissAll of the lovely shadows returningHer unknowable heart all fringed in red
MythosMythosThese lovely arms, pale and cruel as birds,This body made of song and warmed with life,And you, my sailor, enduring without words,Entrusting dreams to the sea of night.The gulf of your eyes at dawn, revealingThe faint light of our persistent visionsDarkened with remorselessness, concealingUncertainty within our decisions.Which colours do the scattered signs require,How sanguine the cheeks of the outcast seer,And will fortune declare this sky of oursAn illusion containing countless tears.And all my dreams of your return, perhapsA longing unfulfilled, wholeness undreamedAnd made an empty shell, all would coll
Entering The StreamEntering The StreamIn the moment, in the knowing of my contradictions,I enter the stream. It has always been there, simple water.No more, no less. No symbol. No metaphor. No overlay.Simple water. The only thing to be gained is the water.No more. No less. And that experience is my desire, myFulfillment. Simple water. Water and only the water.I am here, in the water. In the stream. I know the water.I experience the water. It moves over me and I through it.And that is all that there is. There is the stream and I.
WaterWaterI took you by the hand and pointed to a white cloud.“There,” I said, “There is a cool glass of water for you.”You laughed, of course. And pulled your hand away.“Don’t say such foolish things to me.”You examined your hand for any traces of lingering madness.I smiled and you smiled at me. The next moments seemed sane enough.It was possible to simply stand in the cool shadow of the cloud,To share it with you in peace.But now, whenever I see a cloud, I see a small glass of water within it.It is there waiting for you. I am not certain that it is the same glassEach time. Perhaps it is al
Sta.sh
very inspiring!
