Ah, The Moment
Longing Dying Wandering Wretched
Ragged and Restless
How silly this self-yanking
Wisdom and Folly so close -almost inseparable
Too close for comfort?
Ah there’s that good ole habit of two
With nothing to hold on to there is only space
Not-space is our imaginary twin
Longing only for a song to delight the heart-mind
For you to ride like a magick carpet to Wisdom Mind
I am playing poet-conjuror
The hour is late. The mood is tense and sleepy.
May the songs hold you aloft my Queen of the Future.
Wisdom Love flies ever
May this Joyful Wind fill you
Blowing blossom song Shared among beings
Passed on forever A delight unending
A cheerful dream in love with the wind
Anxiety melts away in your arms.
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