i wouldn't invite pain,
if not for the love, of living.
like a vague, surprising memory,
finds its way, to my palm,
in the form of grass flowers.
in secret the dew
kisses the grass
to learn the art of living!
the dedicated tune,
of the flute,
played in me,
with the lips.....
does it belong
to the earth or flowers?
i dont know.
i have fallen asleep
in the embrace of a dream.
in the innocense of the falling leaf,
in your hidden touch,
and the beauty of your heart,
so many full moon nights are spent.
i believe you are omnipotent.
yet you stare, as if
you have never seen me!
or known me! ! !
but i know you,
from eons of time
in my dreams,
i have seen.
now from my tears
from my experience,
and in silence
in painfull emptiness of life.
i have seen it all.
cant you hear me?
or see the tears of my heart,
or the unspoken tremor of my lips! !
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