Free spirt
... until a wind took me
from my aimless ways, drove
into window panes, walls,
a battered thought uncaught.
From within me comes the wind that calls.
from within a secret stream of thought
of a bright and luminous love
that can take, but never break me.
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River
Above the first flow
that runs over rocks and salmon
passed trees and bends in it's banks
beneath the black and blue of the sky
those greens and golds of autumn-land,
above this first flow another river runs.
One of all colours containing
the magic of a universe of thoughts,
shaded and hued
cleansing the Universe anew
this river flows.
As a wood-Pidgeon
startles me from dreams
she lends me her wings
mends my mouth with songs
and I fly
thoughtless
to the opposite bank
and make my nest.
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