Upornost

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When Death ruled the valley of fear
Destiny cried with a misery for the dear
But they went to find the valley of the dead
And saw that fear ruled it with a certain debt
Hidden away in a mortal plane
The immortal seized the valley of fear
Only to find–it was nothing–
Nothing but the death of a dear
One can see and one can choose
To keep the eyes blind
But the two valleys–out of them,
One would win and the other…
Persist

A Life within a Dream

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She departs from solitude
Goes into the deep, the deep forest-
Where Willows are sown to weep
And she cushions the sorrow
The sorrow of the beast
For he never knew the love he felt,
Was one to keep
The departed lunatics were baffled
When she came into the deep,
The deep forest where a million pains were reaped
Yet she moved like a princess
In the heart of the forest which was rather deep
There she stood, out of her solitude
Looked at the silver trees
The shadows of the stars and the red moon,
One stolen from its sleep
So she buried the promises which were never made
Deep into the creek
When she wakes up from her awakening
She will know that tales were written
And songs sung,
Wasted were the lovers
SO hung on its idea that when dawn broke
It was only a leap

No. 265

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The tunnel–is a tunnel; the same for the train

The same for the the person hiding from the rain

A shore is a shore;  the same for the sea

And the same for the ship which has to be.

And time is time; for the one who is still

And the one who stares deep.

 Death is all around us

The living and the gone

The Riders and the Sea

Death is all around us

Life isn’t so much so.

The difference is the same; same for the stones

And same for the skin and bones.

What do we know and what do we care

The questions will be questions; for the answers

Answers all feared.

We never stop–and we never begin

SO what is the difference

And what do we care.

It will go on and on and on

Even if it stops–what will be the difference

Between what is and what isn’t.

For the world is the world; the same for the strong

And those who do not dare.time

Dipoles

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The oppressed mind–makes the eyes stare in the dark

Every one and no one was to rejoice

In past memories and future shadows

An inkling–

The past has faces while the present has emotions

But the eyes constantly stare

A tune, a song, what is it!?

Which plays in the hollow of the naked dark day

The tired body–makes the soul dream

Of freedom–from the shakles

Each and all were to part–

You took that road which I was not allowed to take

I took that path which you could not find

The eyes, constantly gape

In the glistening bright night–none stirred

Each toiled!

And the eyes….they stared, in the space, deep into infinity

Then, the soul was free, so it was lost

The body–was dead and so it was born again!

Always

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“Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for

what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard.

Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.”

In Transition

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The million big and small bubbles which are blown in the air against the blue sky want to go further up in the air. But they know they will burst soon.

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The little green light that blinks again and again, keeps track of life. It is a sign of life. Tells you it is still going further. A sign seldom tells where you should go and when….and why!

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This is my life, my world which melts into another world, a much bigger one which diffuses into a yet larger world. Then it turns into vapor. Finally it rains.bubs