Pterydactyllic hexameter

Pterydactyllic hexameter

chasing a cold font musing and stopped there, my glove in its beak,
flying away from spasms of thought leaking, through windows
to the great open skies of unthinking thought;
reptile bird smiling at taking, hardly a new thing,
this glove from my bed.

aftermath

magnetized, suspended, in slow motion.
and though undeterminable and undecipherable,
here and whoknowswherelse;
surely, everywhere to someones
and nowhere to others.
the cryptic illusion masks the fleshless faces.

prunes and apricots and nuts,
raisons of all colours...
food for thought.

coffee, tea and inorganic
fountains of life
falling on dry rockbeds.

CLOUDBANK

the day opens as the clouds move to the east,
exposing a yet veiled sun.
the bamboo droops from yesterday's storm,
to threaten the gems
that grow from the moss.

But, then hardly see
the cotton-like wisp wings of seeds
that return to Earth before frost.
and what is left unknown?

RAGE BEFORE PERFECTION

 

any two points are separated by infinite distances;
within Nothing, Everything exists;
without existence, there is but nothingness;
everything is allowed....
everything that is, was, or will be.







Ethnic by Shiva in Exile

COSMOS, THE OSCILLATION OF PURE ENERGY AND MATTER AND THE INBETWEEN

 

z(n+1) = z(n)^2 + c
where c is the complex number x+iy
corresponding to any point
on the (x,y) coordinate plane

.0000001(n) or (z)
changes the expression
from nothing to everything
and a new Universe, of countless.



Calling Down The Sky by Robert Rich

THE TELSON'S KISS

'twill but position
against the spine
it's loving kiss,
it's gaping maw
before thy face,
and eat thy heart
in locked embrace..

falling downwards reaching upwards

an old tree, fallen,
now a hundred years,
for another hundred,
grows new, twisting old roots,
still grasping ancient banks....
stronger, now balanced...



Kyotaku Live by Tilopa

HANG DRUM MEDITATION

the blue rose will not bloom this Spring

Moon, eclipsed by slight of Mind...
yet, again...the pale orb rises above the forest;
and, again, is covered, red, weighed and sinking,
back into the dark horizon....
i have seen, a million times,
the radish, even the bloodless turnip,
make the rounds within Mind,
mimicking the glowing spherical,
drawing my essence into the void of Space......
from grief and abandonment, spring the greatest loss,
inward seeking sorrow, and lonely heart.




JS Bach Cantatas - Volume II - Trauerode by American Bach Soloists

torvill and dean

LESS IS MORE......

sugar longings of childhood
burn, their dying fumes lifting
into memory in parcels and bits
as clouds covering the past,
a formed entity, forgotten, but for dreams.
the flower emerging from the upturned earth
casts its new face to the sun
and feeds on the corpse of its past,
now forgotten to time,
exhumed as art.




The Reformation Sessions by touchingGrace