Humans, with our trillion cellsand all the other living soulsPlants and crabs and dreams and demonsAll of this world that we’re floating in We live and die togetherHermits and lovers, birds and fishNothing moves, and nothing diesThat doesn’t shake the spirit’s skin Each of us is another mind,another voice, with tools and wishesAll sewn into […]
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This thing, this creation, life all around, to meet its ends and settle its ground pretends for a while to be you or me It moves the same for a fish in the sea We learn. Just enough to finish our work Eating, gaining, making more Knowledge beyond this threatens the beast Power to take
Music in the dreary heat Doesn’t need a rocking beat Violins will do just fine To soothe a weary mind Echos of a deeper rhythm Signals like a vivid dream Eyes closed, riding clouds Sailing on a drifting sea Oh the day The worried way Nothing ruined or betrayed Nothing missing, dawn to dawn, Sound
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Ghosts of sycamores, all in a row blocking my view of the sky In daytime you glow in blue mixed with green All through night you lurk silent and grey The breeze is your lover on sun washed days mixing your seeds, as sure as desire How do you manage such lusty feats With basking
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Comfort in our human burrows Concrete, wood and glass All the home of man-built happiness Simple shapes, quiet places Driver comes if we make the call Water and power are gifts from walls Waste gets carried away to somewhere Some turns useful, some just goes Everything here has been alive Moving, eating, chasing love Glass
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Life is like a water bubble Made up of the stuff it’s not Always moving, feeling, pushing Reaching, thoughtless, for some top Edges are the only objects Borders shaped by inner forces Motion brought by friendly others Pulls, they feel like, from above Life is like a water bubble Made up of the stuff it’s
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Someone once said in a book I once read that life is rocks, re-arranging themselves It seems pretty true from a rock point of view Light and gravity don’t always rule Sometimes a dream or a wish will rise A spider can jump An airplane flies Rocks in motion Rocks in disguise Everything mixes in
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