Edward Durand Poems
|2.||The Turquoise Tablet||12/4/2007|
|3.||Ride The Universe||12/4/2007|
|4.||The Eyes Of Innocence||12/4/2007|
|5.||Into The Arms Of The Goddess||4/25/2008|
|6.||The Cosmic Wheel||9/20/2008|
|8.||In The Garden Of The Universe||6/25/2011|
|9.||Whispering Willow Of Wonder||6/25/2011|
|10.||The Lapis Tablet||4/25/2008|
|11.||The Beauty Of Nature||12/4/2007|
|12.||A Child Of The Universe||6/25/2011|
|13.||Outside Is Life||1/2/2003|
Comments about Edward Durand
Outside Is Life
Wrapped in cloth, can't feel the wind.
It rains, yet I remain outside,
Not trapped within cold hard finite walls,
the mind reduced to finity,
no life no hope, no freedom to roam.
Instead I stay outside,
a place of great beauty.
The trees hibernate
Yet the beautiful chaotic intricacy
of the branches reaches out to the sun,
absorbing its positive energy.
And the people stay inside,
in the abstract constructs called reality.
The river flows, pushed to the sea.
Don't want to wear a hat,
I want to feel the air,
but I'm supposed to ...