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Moksha
03:16
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we are to bloom
into the holy mess
of knots in our stomach
let go of the rope
that holds us above
what we don't know
(but we want to)
we were meant to swim;
children of the heat and wet,
some pads on the pond...
breathe belly out
with love in eyes,
if we can even see at all...
...my heart unhinged;
this year, I've seen three fathers die
and i wonder why i haven't talked to mine,
bring me peace and confidence
and strength for whats next...
...at the end of main street
there is a church from five generations before
and everyone we know
has lined the sidewalks
with clapped hands and red palms...
cheering on...
...formal white noise
it's a beautiful day!
"new day rising"
its time to say goodbye
but I'm not ready to die
i'm not ready to die
but I am not afraid
we are running along
we are running as fast as we can
fuck, it's a beautiful day
headed to the dreaded westward up hill battle,
beyond the mountains;
nothing guiding me to a light in the sky
with safety or certainty
its just you ampersand i
just keep me from the black lung
pallbearer waiting at the end of my casket
staring wide eyed
deer bright
keep trying to understand
why we keep counting our steps...
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Vidya
01:42
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my blood,
when you come to a crossroads
look below your feet
aware of the soil
and how it got there
breathe
peaceful
positive
and hopeful
keep the candle burning...
one day we will all be washed from the land
where we bury the dead, our seeds, our waste
to build our homes
one day we might be abandoned by the
rain, ocean and icebergs
"Evening sun recedent
Set my resting vow
Hold in open heart"
transcendental:
transient
ineffable
passive
nous
"all died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow"
rise above the rubble:
educate....
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Kama
02:34
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". . . . . . . . I thought I heard"
the raptured sound of your voice
i've tasted the honey
that falls from the hive
veins ruptured at the ends
ripple effecting
while i'm lifted up
-steam-
upstream;
i can still hear your call
body of light
take me to this place
where we're reborn;
embraced by a sound
unconditional
my body craves
but i feel full all the time
the ocean, it cleans the stones
in our hands, in our little crowns
wipe the dead skin
and scorn from our faces
keep control of our selves
remember when it was easy?
settle down
and tell my self
"I Love A Woman (Who Loves Me)"
breathe....
breathe....
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