everything is Art, Art is Everything.
made the climb to the edge overlooking the straits cows at my back dog at my side guitar in hand to sing to the sundown
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
the weave of the universe is without actual substance beyond the in between spaces existence a benevolent ocean of
the flower of Mary is the Fleur de lis the center unfolding the lotus position secrets untold come through late news broken, this shiv in
we held our friends near until we created time you could hear me speak but there was undeniable clarity without words an air so light
It looks like dinnertime bring the rot we rolled out in the barrel (roll out the barrel..) The earth was so leached it screamed for ashes
Fingertips tingling the once upon a time the buddha statue story comfort deeply woven within the rooted expansion of new presence inside the old
Feels the death as it comes into focus all colors of fire the trees pretend to die burning Winter coming all ice and gray
a darkness that needs understanding and placement clique fence riding weaknesses define the boundary of the shadow in refusal
the mirror has placed it's light circle on the wall dry roses in sharp relieved shadows what test of doubt could reality not answer
off to war lines of sweat not yet formed blood runs in visible rivers above some grounds for those of us who remember the red road
so much amid the crumbs and dust waiting for a day to be brought out into the air held by warm hands again there are sharp things and papers
over, it would be that sultry mermaid lounge one the garden in back the stairs up the side the silver man who kissed me full on the mouth
