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Meditating in Darkness
Glow of gliding trains
Illuminate your dark paths
Silent Wanderers
Ghosts who fall in love
A thousand times, without end
Warm transparency
Meditate until
Orbs of light are gathering
In the nighttime woods
Ancient neighborhood
Of spirit houses, built near
The most sacred trees
Unfold your palm, child
The Blessing of a Lotus
Is your open heart
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Shakespeare in love?
Oh, are you going to post it here? Please do!
I rather like that one as well, now that you mention it.
I'm so very grateful, Liz.
Thanks, friend.
I'd be delighted to check out your work, but I'm on a bit of a tight schedule tonight. If you'd like me to comment, I strongly encourage you to reply to this comment, to remind me, in a couple of days. I offer (modest cough) pretty good feedback. ;)
What a wonderful compliment! I'm always hoping to be an improved raven, verbally speaking. Tao is the stream from which I take my drink; and it's always changing, for something immortal.
"Heart parching." (smiles).
If ever my words became too obscure for the reader to understand, I would hire you in an instant to translate, working your enchantments on the hearts and minds which I might not be able to touch.
Maybe not a person. But the person. The one we need to be, in order to really 'be.'
The blessing of a lotus.
Oh Raven! I think this is your best ever!
It's so you, I think; it's beautiful and all inclusive and so Tao.
Enlightening, heart parching, heaven-wising, dimension changing.
It shines, pure droplet of dreams.
Outreaching, giving, living, kind and gently smiling. What I imagine your smile to be like.
This poem is a person, rather than a story. The lotus becomes the heart of the reader, full-blooming, the gift of the speaker.
My favorite stanza: "Ghosts who fal in love..."
Wonderful! As usual, I'm beginning to run out of adjectives for your works Raven.
And all of this breathing, and all of this heart-silence shall take place when the Sun is on the other side of the Earth. It's not the shadows that I love, but the stillness and the quiet, for they illuminate what the light does not.