true love is silent.
the soul of the poet
knows no speech.
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the words––
where Spirits
touch.
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your heart-aches belong to you.
enjoy them and go to school with them.
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what remains forever sacred
remains forever unsaid.
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when i hold you in my arms
where is the space
for misunderstanding between us?
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it is incumbent upon us
to make every instant of our infinite lifetimes
beautiful.
* * * * * *
now,
open yr eyes
& dream.
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the solstice came & went;
now the sun is falling.
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the desert waits
for humankind there is only the next now.
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a poet is always falling in love with something.
tonight he’ll be proposing to the moon.
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as the mind grows
so grows the heart.
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let go
of what you have.
* * * * * *
let go
of what you do not have.
* * * * * *
let go
of letting go.
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do not be afraid
the light touches everything.
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I love the light
& the darkness
that makes it glow.
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we want to believe in nothing so badly––
but why deny the cool night air?
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how do poems of dream matter to a poet of the world
whose pen can’t remember them?
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remember how you strolled
arm-in-arm with your mother through her last days?
you are waltzing with her now.
* * * * * *
teathered to life
hair turning to ash
knowing that even forever
won’t last
* * * * * *
just trust
the leaves
to fall
like
this.
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