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path it come's
from sight.
CAN-NOT I was trying to reach beyond my stroke But I don’t think I can, my memory was Shot to bits like torn photos can- Not bring my memory back. No detail comes to mind, stroke is like My birth, the day date and time. These words are my memory In a deep vein thermal image man. I can’t go to another level, be- Cause there isn’t any. I sit here All alone of many, many a day I done this and that without clarity. It’s clear that I can’t find a way through So, I’ll just have to settle for, I haven’t Got a clue?
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ReplyDeleteReturn to the uncarved block, infancy.
My words are easy to understand
It acts without a name, flowing like
Water, following your own nature
Deep, deep, deep to the gateway
Of subtle illumination. Don’t cling to
Your body’s woes, crippled becomes
Whole. Egoless ego cultivates end-
Less energy to rise fall and stand
Beyond dark wonder.
Nature’s way moves on through dark
Vision, what was will be and what will
Be was, opposites attract. Gold can’t
Be guarded, fulfill within, wars famine
Great victory is a funeral, the bright road
Seems dark in wreathed smiles, clay is
The word and clay is the flesh.
Empty words go back to nothing, magnificent
Scenery remains still, drop drops like stone.
Good words leave no trace in the intangible
Essence, know when to stop, hold your ground.
Empty vessels and blunt weapons fade away.
A violent man does not die a natural death.
Held loss harms nothing, stand by your word
No more sorrow, no self.