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Confluence

before, in and beyond life

knowledge

of puny little brain trying to understand

the secrets of this reality.

Soft sand of the distant eternal sleep

dulls your mind

moments of understanding

you can see

in your dreams

your friend eyes

the swirl of stars

a clear night sky.

It is simple,

to be alone

and without purpose

is not good life.

--- Activity, Work, Companionship—is more.

Can you hear?

The whisper of the void?

I shall ask Proxima Centauri

how does it feel to be born

far away from the Sol.

Coz.

Every morning

so often

her violin strings

give me an echo of her name

still I can’t remember

why.

Twin flowers

hibiscus and plumeria or lotus such

by the warm wind blown apart

the beauty of the very invitation

to be in peace

in love

to be an expectant

something new shall appear

beautiful things or beings made new

in the moment of revelation.

In the secret room, of your place

heart

face after face

not all will be blight

remember

not all roses are red

there are such which are white.