So Close
They are flowing like linen,
Like water; in the air
And the cosmos above,
They can fill the soul to its weal and whole
With echo, with sensations,
Or the sense of true love,
Not just a skin-deep (feeling) deceitfully leaving
An inner dimension that yearns for a teaching...
The essence of anger..! A view of green pasture,
At three in the morning
As owls hoot, or a mouse pipes,
These events are encrypted,
With other great mysteries
I grasp at their presence,
I strain toward a promise,
I sense deep fulfillment...
With enrapturing
World Brightening words...!
© Joe Maverick 21-5-2009
amended 19 02 2012
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