Writing vows, for our marriage; I omit, the wise man’s line:
“Death is lighter, than a feather; duty heavier, than a mountain.”
Love surely, is a great duty; but seeing your smile, I feel light.
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Cranes lower, trees into place; evergreens meeting, the ground fully formed.
The subway, will soon be open; and the upturned dirt, grass-veneered into park.
I ponder, which will outlast the other; the station below, or its green front?
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Rock island, between the stream banks; waterfall sides, in afternoon sun.
The people, see us from walkways; but they are ghosts, to this life of stone.
The sign says, not to walk across here; but to the middle, is not across.
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Music creeps, through the shallow walls; hanging scent-like, in this night-gray room.
Staircases, were my hours today; this moment too hangs, as a step in the clock.
They join hands, these floating notes and stairs; and my spirit sings, to climb again.
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The gnats flow, as a great current; sweeping me along, towards the river.
The fish too, pulse schooling at my sight; guiding me up, towards the rock.
There my tears, discretely join nature’s streams; as the fish below, begin to jump.
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Thank you very much!
Old photos, they were young once; as will be said, by our amused children.
Generations, new worlds passing to old; fresh spring grown heavy, with the snow of change.
The ancient, is not old but multiply reborn; history’s long chain, of faces gone.
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They are indeed cute! Though on the other hand, I always feel a little stressed seeing these babies just out and about in the wild. I wish they all had like, a tiny little apartment to go home to and be safe! Though I guess that's what their ponds are to them, in a sense
Taking time, and steps and photos; lights star the water, of the dusken fountain.
Elements, written in the stones; my wet feet search, for the astral metals.
The entrance, is kingdoms and constellations; and beyond a bridge, we all must cross.
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Thank you very much! I guess it is almost time for the little ones to emerge once again. Any ducks by you?
Weather sounds, of apartment life; the upstairs shower, becomes my rain.
Up and down, the echoing stairwell; the neighbors flit, as raucous birds.
What a joy, to live surrounded by nature; so what if it is, the human kind?
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The sun’s face, carpets the water; as ducklings trail, mud wakes behind.
Their mother, stares between dives; as we imbibe, the late scene spring.
Her babies, have gotten big and brown; last flecks of yellow, catching the light.
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From the bench, we watch the pigeons; as they sit, and watch us back.
How cute they are, preening one another; I say as I clean, dust from your hair.
Isn’t love, the specialest of things; precisely because, it’s so common?
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If you ask where, to find the wind; the water answers, in gentle waves.
The meadows, sing trees of grass; and the hills echo, with foggy plains.
Even stars, wander whispering on the earth; we are already, in heaven.
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The indwelling, of the many; great hands act, from the pieces.
Behold gods, living by cells; do the neurons know, for whom they think?
The self-war, is a cosmic struggle; and we the atoms, of all sides.
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Climbing up, the temple slope; I envy, the hopping magpie.
He saunters, beside the path; if only I too, could fly straight to the top!
Yet perhaps, flying is harder still; why else would he be, choosing to walk?
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Awaking, from an evening nap; my joy finds you, asleep by my side.
In the dark, I take your hand; and squeeze just once, as my eyes shut again.
For a breath, I feel only love; and know this life, has been worth it.
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Politics, is overtaxed; with demands, for moral answers.
Some dilemmas, have no secrets; only choices, and consequences.
Time to rise, above our vain purity; make the world better, not perfect.
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Purple bud, low to the dirt; beauty clinging, to windswept hills.
You call it, a swallow flower; in my tongue, Manchurian violet.
Each petal, shines a luscious dark; painting the dry spring, ever moist.
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I dream, of requirements; of freedom, from this demon choice.
The aesthetics, of necessity; constrain to beauty, the chaos of options.
My duty, seems a labyrinth of hazes; where is my thread, of reason?
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The long chains, of causation; twist beyond, the edge of sight.
Consequence, and origin; glimmer but dimly, as dawn-veiled stars.
We know not, what it is we do; yet the horizon, calls us home.
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Round and round, goes the starry wheel; but tonight, the brown sky hosts clouds.
Heaven’s eyes, have drawn their veil; now our planets, shall be glittering rain.
Yet in me, Venus has risen; time for astral storms, to pierce this dark.
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I saw bones, carpeting the ground; though the photos, show them as leaves.
Yet I looked, to the trees above; and none of them, had but green needles.
Impressions, sometimes tell more than eyes; and logic buries, the upturned dead.
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The slow drip, of my bank account; far from empty, but no longer filling.
The soon-to-be, gap in my resume; not even born yet, but growing soon.
I notice, more gray hairs these days; when will I be, employed again?
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On the cliff, a pine grove stands; where the wind intones, a throaty mantra.
Down below, the city hardly notes; this distant dot, of evergreen temple.
Yet the gods, can be felt to walk here; for the trees grow out, of deep stones.
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Road gives way, to mountain paths; hewn first by hand, then higher still by rain.
Looking right, I see sky between leaves; at shoulder height, what should soar above.
Below me, the valley is made of hill peaks; and I dare to dream, of a summit.
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It was warm, but the wind wasn’t; and the shade proved, its willing accomplice.
Regrets rose, for choosing the straight path; rather than the slow, sunlight-strewn ramble.
I tasted, the chocolate you’d given me; and the cold and warmth, both increased.
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Behold the head, with many heads; whose eyes gaze, in shut stillness.
Immortal, in abstract beauty; the story returns, its character anew.
Should I glimpse, what glints beneath the lids; I would know myself, a reflection.
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In the pond, cherry petals float; the white trees, echoed below.
Their islands, form mosaic; the water canvass, paints impressionism.
So solid, it seems I could walk them; this ground is no more, than memories.
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In the haze, of migrainous glare; a cool black, gives shade from the ache.
I realize, the beauty of darkness; which burdens not, but bears all burdens.
Suddenly, I am grateful to the pain; for teaching me love, of glintless things.
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