Monday, June 28, 2010

Too comfortable on the edge
(ride-out storm after storm)

Incredible stillness of alive
(inside whatever is not my mind
moving without motion
or space/time)

Raven
Mountain lion
(speak to me in waking
hours of the truth/freedom)

There is no way to communicate this
(but remember;
I hear every single word your spirit
speaks, whispers, hums
sings, shouts,
cries and
murmurs)

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