Symphonies

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Such inadequate words
Yet we try
I used to talk in symphonies

Cacophonies of sound
Melodies of phrases
Meanings lost, misunderstood

Pretty sonnets
Quadratic fluff
Known only to me

Silence, always the teacher
Wisdom unspoken
So I watch

Arms spread on a sunny day
Clouds drift unbound
Nothing but this

And this is what is needed
Nothing but this
Without words

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My Tree

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There was a tree
A long time ago
Where I sat

And I promised
I would return
For just that

Worlds and miles
Gone in between
Now I go

To the beginning
After so long
To sit below

 

 

 

Nature Prayer

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Harbinger of souls
Carry me beyond
This Earthly caste

Above the forlorn
To rise, to see
Clear and open

Beyond the rabble
See the whole
Unmired from detail

Dark wing carry
Into the sun
Where all are one

Stoic.