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A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.
Kahlil Gibran

Here is a poet new to me with a web presence. Welcome him, lest he fly back to his homeland.
Stream Walking
His most recent poem:

Meditate

Quiet and silent, rain fall, drops weighing heavy on
leave tips. Tumescent clouds of the spring awakening
kiss the green fringe of the forest. A bird call shatters
the tranquility and silence drifts slowly away, settling
in darker places where nothingness exists….

Slowly, meditative, the brook raises its song in
unison with southern winds, each weaving a blanket of
calm in the life of the day. The ferae naturae pierces
hearts with each inhalation, lungs fill with the silence
that we only know in our dreams of solitude ….

It is the peace that follows that confounds you,
giving the appearance of thought, the path of light
settles around, leading to the tranquil end of
consciousness where earthly reality ends and om
happens as we reach our nirvana, a sweet death.
~Charles posted by Cyndy | link | | |
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