Agatha The Princess she was on the throne far away from her home uniting hearts to ne fond heights carrying herself with a song Agatha…
Leave a CommentAgatha The Princess she was on the throne far away from her home uniting hearts to ne fond heights carrying herself with a song Agatha…
Leave a CommentCreative longing in wind blowing along ripples, through reed and rose, its dark face sensed in melting snows, water enamored of no place, its dark…
Leave a CommentReligiousness – the spontaneous heart, That which precedes all conditioned thought, That which sees all things, all persons As though a butterfly were alighting on…
1 CommentSo night held within its arms resonance Of swan and duck on the canal water. A bridge’s silence looked over its shoulder, Drew moon, pleased…
Leave a CommentJust before you passed on, we were a solemn song; We knew you were dying, and the sorrow Accompanied us on that sidewalk all along.…
Leave a CommentRain scurried, and I followed her to the bank. Rain had a marvelous, flowing raven tress, A beautiful Asian woman who wore blue jeans, Her…
Leave a CommentSimple – The country town store, its smoke-smelling wood, And my father buying groceries there, Then putting them in the car, driving through wood, The…
Leave a CommentIf for one day speech should be slight or disappear Or with feathers sleep on a rocky shore, And an ocean’s whirlpool becomes your ear,…
1 CommentYou’re sitting on a sofa, a dim lamp near. You have a Persian carpet to your left. You have a few silver figures on your…
Leave a CommentSaturday morning freshness and the tree Were in silent bright communion, sometimes met My friend and my father and me. We just had breakfast, we…
Leave a CommentA single bird is pulled as needle from blue cloth. Hills drunk with shimmering green rustle being. A stream meditates, almost courting seeing. A figure,…
Leave a CommentMore of a mirror than any friend could be, More than a compass consulted amidst a sea, Is pain of the body or of the…
1 CommentAnonymous One, The mature bloom of yellow afternoon Waved at us, and we entered Amsterdam park. September spoke softly to beach and sand dune, Passersby,…
Leave a CommentYou’re lying there still asleep, the sheets Below your knees, your skin poured smooth as coffee cream, Your curvatures of which hills themselves would dream.…
Leave a CommentAnonymous One, You sit, face averted, I’m in awe of you. The pond’s lotuses are your other eyes. The crickets are your speech, the leaves…
Leave a CommentAnonymous One, I dreamt once and it wasn’t a dream! I opened what seemed an ancient book, And You gave me a terrifying azure look…
Leave a CommentAnonymous One, as a twenty-something impulsive boy who struggled to capture her affection, as a twenty-something raised quite well to raise activity above introspection, I…
Leave a CommentAnonymous One, It used to matter – to know who or what I am, Yet I find myself no longer giving a damn. A Something…
1 CommentLovely sun, You shine, but that is all you do. You live billions upon billions of years. But what do you know of aspirations, dreams,…
Leave a CommentWhen you stole that toy in the department store years and years back as a silly child, yet three weeks later found you wanted more;…
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