Rhythms riding keys of ivory up and down scales of peace
and wonder, silent screaming filtering through an immense
landscape that's lit up with an eternal lamp.
Reflections of stars hanging above, being guided down moon-
lit patterns upon dusty trails that no longer have any
meanings.
Figuring aspects of innate formulas into an interior spirit-
uality of a perfect phase lying somewhere in the emptiness
of a lasting and total experience yet to come into being.
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Outstanding poem, RoseAnn, I wish to quote following line... Reflections of stars hanging above, being guided down moon- lit patterns upon dusty trails that no longer have any meanings.