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Soul, like the moon

Watched fog rise this morning from de Chien. . .chien, French ¬†for ‘dog’, Chinese for ‘heaven’; either way, fog rises in the April rainy season and a sentinel crow¬†stands guard on magic maples. 58 more words

Scala Mystica

Seeing through the Beloved's Eyes

Borrow the Beloved’s eyes. Look through them and you’ll see the Beloved’s face everywhere. No tiredness, no jaded boredom…things you have hated will become helpers.

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bedding of flame

As long as have not set fire
to everything you call yours,
you are not alive. You are not here!
Your happiness is not real.

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Lock & Key

I am a mountain. What I say
is an echo of what you say.
I am a painting being painted.

I am the lock. A key slips in…

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the most real

With love, there is one step, then another,
the most real being the step from
pre-existence into existence.

You think that in nonexistence
you see many different beings.

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Living Tissue

The beloved arrives. My roof and door
become living tissue. Stay tonight.

I have business in the city.
If you leave, I will not survive.

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undammed stream/shadow play

You thought union was a way
that you could decide to go.
But the world of the soul
follows things rejected
and almost forgotten.
Your true guide drinks…

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