Friday, August 24, 2012

We Sing

Salvador Dali, Meditative Rose

"The rain ceases, and a bird's clear song suddenly announces the difference between Heaven and hell." Thomas Merton


Over bright fields
we fly.

Thin slips
of consciousness,
bounded by darkness,

we rise
on our song’s
golden glow,

not knowing
how descends
the growing edge
of nothing.

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