Category Archives: imagination

Windows

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congenial black holes
welcome mats to mysteries

perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time

or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us

at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth

about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand

After the Rain

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one Morn cherish’d I
when Mother Earth
step’d from her shower
don’d her favorite robe
and invit’d Half Moon
to have breakfast
with the Sun and Me

brook

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be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

limitless

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eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

heath

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descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

dreamverse 1

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the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

Symmetry Stopover

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where two worlds
to her be but one
bridges their embrace
to new mix’d bags
of adventure

point of view

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Heaven’s reflection
examining creation
through different light

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Voices from an Easel

Category Archives: imagination

Windows

After the Rain

one Morn cherish’d I
when Mother Earth
step’d from her shower
don’d her favorite robe
and invit’d Half Moon
to have breakfast
with the Sun and Me

brook

be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

limitless

eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

heath

descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

dreamverse 1

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

Symmetry Stopover

where two worlds
to her be but one
bridges their embrace
to new mix’d bags
of adventure

point of view

Heaven’s reflection
examining creation
through different light

congenial black holes welcome mats to mysteries perhaps th’ other side of the world or th’ universe or another time or a looking glass from unseen eyes curious of us at our sadness about what was so much more in its youth about our wonderment at its aging gracefully by Nature’s witching wand

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one Morn cherish’d I when Mother Earth step’d from her shower don’d her favorite robe and invit’d Half Moon to have breakfast with the Sun and Me

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be drawn our eyes to thy voice a caravan of seemingly diverse chatter but spellbinding to our sanity with wondrous reverie

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eyes overwhelm’d by Heaven’s chandeliers— minds challeng’d by roofless Night yet what of microcopics and their microscopics? a universe in a drop of Nothingness Beginning and End found in empty baskets on Time’s doorstep— a trial of credence

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descendants from artless love of loam of rain of flame of hearts both rhythmic and silent let cast an eye an ear and savor their spiritual touch their wonder and know why we are

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the card deck of my footprints shuffl’d cut reshuffl’d dealt to the many myselves till I’m awaken as one to a fading memory of those last hands

sometimes a struggle to a complete fold

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where two worlds to her be but one bridges their embrace to new mix’d bags of adventure

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Heaven’s reflection examining creation through different light

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one Morn cherish’d I
when Mother Earth
step’d from her shower
don’d her favorite robe
and invit’d Half Moon
to have breakfast
with the Sun and Me

be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

where two worlds
to her be but one
bridges their embrace
to new mix’d bags
of adventure

Heaven’s reflection
examining creation
through different light