Friday, April 19, 2013

Now Words


Now Words

Every thing is a configuration, a recipe, a specific array of parts. There are no things. When delight is dependent upon conditions it is illusory delight.
Sky goers manifest the inseparability of motion and stillness.
Sometimes soaring
Sometimes winging
Our feather dance is a power above the world

Our slithering siblings keep the hordes of food and gold in the body of the mother

We are the primal twins, the original sins, the first division into rival clans

Born is war and also the wiggling impulse toward wisdom and love beyond the nest

Wind, sun, ground, and pool caress us here

Nature is nowhere not to be found

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