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Emptiness Overflowing

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Hurtling through space

Falling
Falling

The pit in the stomach
The sense of impending doom

Of being smashed to smithereens on impact with ground zero

Fear of not being



These Dancing Flames...

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Oh....dreams and desires still arise....

These dreams ...these desires....

Are me....

The dancing of flames...

Like a wave riding itself....



This Longing.....

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She did start a bit....
A casual comment on how there won't be a next birth...
Moksha...

I smiled and listened and gave her a hug....
All he while...melting in love....
And tears....



The Flame Of The Forest...

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How wondrous....

This overlay....

Of this and that....

Kissing...touching...

The parted lips...

A breathless whisper....

A gasp....

Of an emptiness empty of itself....



This Passing Magic Show.....

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And the mind cooked up many a wondrous things....

The magical show a temporary relief at most....

From the excruciating pain of just being....
This....

Clutching at straws...



This Patchwork Quilt....

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A patchwork quilt.....

The lovely little squares....
Stitched meticulously....

A smile here....
And there a tear......

Cocooned in it's warmth....

Cuddled up she lay.....



I Was Being Played.....

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And I was being played.....

Itself the beloved......

The very lover's whispered breath.....

The song....

The flute.....

The love....



And All The Arias Are You.....

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Together ...alone...

Held by nothing at all.....

And she found herself standing on the hillock....
Howling at the sliver of a crescent moon....



Memories Of A Butterfly.....

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Memories Of A Butterfly.....

The thought stream.....
Aaaaaahhhhhh.......
That pounding on the rocks ....that ferocity....
Gone....
Leaving a gentle mellow... lapping of the waves.....



Touch....

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I love the thought stream....

That constant under-mutter is the self....
That incessant chitter chatter.....

Without it the I am is not....

I love the blank spaces too....