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10/05/2012

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One spring morning my dreams come true The sun hid and sought, Breeze was gutsy n cool Birds chirped, Hopped with cheer And flew low, About children gaming in the street below Playing... as if extending the overnight score.     I savour the turn rare, Of oneness strange Conspicuous, scarce, In that gray light And blessed morning air…   Watching, I felt, I was the ball The palm on it, the lad, And the woman across With clothes on line, And the house eyeing sharp The peers in time, And even the fields In the distance, Waving back with smile   All swaying, all formed, Of the tune same Without art,Neat, emerged and so stark Palpable… one, Suffused within Without another, Spread in me.   I stood startled, Without my wits Just a heart swelled, Next to the one beating…   To gather myself, I sank in a chair Recalled my name, The identity in pair And withdraw safe, From overwhelming surfeit.   For a while next, I curl up in bed Chewing the feel, Of throwing myself On the rocks below, Down the gorge deep Where the river roared, In gurgling abyss…   *   *   *     It occurred in a flash, When I raised myself That I was cured forever, Of little consciousness Which caused the heat, Woke the fevers in me…   I glide out to a walk, Bouncing on steps Side step the cock, And catch the path By the tail on its hind, To wherever it led   Feet rise and fall, And I am lovely lost In the wilderness around, When the bend up high Appears against the sky, Shows an old man squat On a stone slightly warmed, Of the sun’s tilted rays Adding to the grey/ In the spectacled face Radiating naïve charm...   He lit up in greeting, Puffing on the stick Eying the hilltops yonder, Waving hairs in the breeze In quiet spiritual union, With being converged In the cool gray and sun, Letting life be merged Sensing the space inner, Poised valley in space For a moment too long, In communion, I wait…   Until he gave a heave, And stood up to leave For the climb onward, On slow bounds steady With a drive just right, Grace ample, fluid…   We talk some but just, And note our transparence Sights pure ‘thout thought, Feel the beauty and joy In mind open, accessed...  Being one, the same, Involved luminous In forms different, And each recess The same, the same, In all creatures In every thing, With diverse features.   *    *    *   I did then allow in. The banished hopes The desperations true, Their real impress…   Let the body lead, Unbound the mind free Empowered fullness complete, In health, light and spree.   *    *    *          *    *    *



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