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Laughter in the sky-noise of evening,
a flowery elephant joy,
wild sand-crystal of lost water
caught by jars of more time...
Wild fluids soaring...
Fool-angels handing out leaflets
and pearls-to-shine!
Star-child, welcome home!
(It is the elf-smiths of night
that forges these tools of darkness)
Return Mahadevi,
return into your skin,
into your veins,
your limbs of love.
Let your body bloom!
Let your forest breath yield!
Mother of continuity, mother of land,
mother of wet soil and sand.
There is no heaven-or-hell.
There is amber in the evening,
there is a shining sun.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-10 at 19:02
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Darkness
Laughter in the sky-noise of evening,
a flowery elephant joy,
wild sand-crystal of lost water
caught by jars of more time...
Wild fluids soaring...
Fool-angels handing out leaflets
and pearls-to-shine!
Star-child, welcome home!
(It is the elf-smiths of night
that forges these tools of darkness)
Return Mahadevi,
return into your skin,
into your veins,
your limbs of love.
Let your body bloom!
Let your forest breath yield!
Mother of continuity, mother of land,
mother of wet soil and sand.
There is no heaven-or-hell.
There is amber in the evening,
there is a shining sun.
Poetry by Bob
Read 636 times
Written on 2015-05-10 at 19:02
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