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Poem~ one dreamy line & Paris Update

Before Poetry ~ Dear Friends , a quick update on GoFundMe campaign to get to Paris (from Australia) to study we are almost half way there!!! if you can see fit to join my adventure and help a little it would be appreciated and rewarded GREATLY! thanks in advance and thanks to all those who have already been MORE than generous x see rewards list here : http://www.gofundme.com/parisresidency

One Dreamy Line

dreaming

lines fading

a corporation of interactive breath

an agreement of experiential antagonism

form no form

my toes are singing anomalies

blue tunes,

a devil’s orange

segmented, clean

so inside out I dive

feathery tips playing elevated vibration

oh my merry mandolin

interlocking slips of light

the length of me is braided loosely if i allow…..

then a splinter of thought can become lost amongst interweaving illusions

and pain a sensual delight of delicious opportunity

always curling inward

again again a fibonacci opera

you can find me in the bridging strands

I am only a bead

of colour

a kiss

a blink

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Silence: The Irony of Dreaming

 

Silence is porcelain ….

a shadow of crooked puppets

and thin reflections

tremulous fingers

resisting

to crush

this idle fantasy

this existential paradox

this stymied seeking

a lonely paradise

the irony of dreaming

note: I have heard the silence of the universe and it is a cacophony of voice, a body of song, a forest of noise, an ocean of angels, a purge of trumpets

there is no silence

our mind indicates the flux and verve of the holographic universe, dive under painted face to find truth laughing like a joyous child, with every curling  toe

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Sunlight Dreaming

 

fading

purple flowers

lie softly

plush

stitching

old

old

knees

and

infant fingers

s t r e t c h i n g

in jagged space

to smooth

incongruous

cheeks

like

paper

drawn with lines

and

finely

etched madness

in

eyes too full

of

sunlight dreaming