Sunday, 18 February 2007

measures go round

Back to life
the mother got through the purple ring,
the green leave felt softly in her open hand.
Earth a space to choose for wisdom and the Self.

Love is what you are in my electronic words
on this page of burning light.
A wired proclamation in the early darkness of the evening
of my eternal rocket flight to the infinite moment
that's called now.

Heart of gold
the philosophers stone.



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