Some hear tapping.
An endless barrage.
I hear music, through my keys.
Typing rainbows.
Endless ribbons of rhythm.
Clause combinations,
through every season.
Pausing to collect
the rhyme and then
reason.
Not burdened by sense…
when, where or why…
Let meaning be met
by the heart.
Forget the compulsion to
try and decipher,
from wheresoever you start
to engage.
I love each cyclical stage.
I love every beat of the words
on my page.
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Of the day,
I am not.
Of it,
I am not.
Nor, of restless night.
Spot me,
risen stealth.
I am Light.
Plain sight,
hidden,
split, from
self.
Open.
Wisdom is my wealth.
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… And…
when it comes…
when it is real,
it falls,
at once,
like silent steel…
..it presses on
toward the goal,
like tide-defying,
rainbow shoal…
… it comes,
ambition, left aside,
remembering,
when ego died…
… remembering,
how not to hurt,
how not to sting,
but be alert…
… the work has, yet, been done..
it’s only just begun.
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