Photo by Gamaliel Masters
morningdew and you
i
dawn courts the sky
& we walk the way of morning
touching into wonder...
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ii
this divine poem
:
life
iii
iv
apple-blossom snow
f
a
l
l
s lightly
as
whisper-wishes
teet
e
r
on
wisp-dream's
edge
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v
living streams
circulate unseen
under mountains
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vi
fro-licking river
slick-licking
stones
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vii
our world
is only as crazy
as evergreen dreams
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viii
dewdrops
strung
in a necklace of light
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ix
sometimes life is a please
a tease
a sneeze
gentle, gentle now
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x
hands touching
are small miracles
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xi
all the longing
contained in 3 syllables
"if only..."
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xii
dewdrop whys
salt-wet eyes
of even the wise
xiii
every tear
is a memory
xiv
xv
our vision is
soft as water
our vision
is roundsquish
miracle
mirroring infinity
xvi
we
are the pseudopods
of God
xvii
hope
is like the morning
morning sings a song of light
ascending
xviii
miracle, all radiant
this sunrise
xix
candle
shining
love's
pure
light
softening the dancing
shadows of night
xx
halo of light
fire in the heart
love fuels the sacred flame
xxi
o the stars are softly blinking
our soft touch hello
earth-touching, we grow...
& the signature of your soul
is the language your heart speaks...
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xxii
"love
like water
tum
b
l
e
s
wn
do h
i
l
l
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between generations"
xxiii
when evening deepens its shadows
prayers soften the way
into gentle goodnight
xxiv
bough of pine
crisp winter air
all this dayshine!
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xxv
steaming coffee
slow breath
stillness of hands
xxvi
wisdom of eyes
wrinkle-twinkle
heart's light
xxvii
holy the breath of life
holy the circle of light
holy the lovetracks that pattern our lives
holy the simple love of truth
holy the flowering of imagination
holy all temples of flesh
holy the wellsprings of hope
holy the healing
holy the faith that transcends belief
holy the radiance of divinity
holy the eternity of infinities
holy the Spirit that breathes our being
holy the love you live
holy each mother's arms
holy each loveheart, warm
holy the water
sounding like pure melody...
holy...
holy...
holy...
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xxviii
hanging mercy of trees
grace
is a garden green
xxix
Friend
pliantstem bending to the wind
fragrance wending
our consciousness becoming
rivers of flesh
of air
of sand
rivers of green-growth growing
rivers flowing between our cells
winding us home to the constant sea
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which is Thee
