black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss…
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman’s neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth…
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form…
i’ve even become accustomed
to the smell of death!
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naked, and walking in the darkness,
and the things we touch in spite of,are the better part of who we are.i travelled the world,or perhaps it was your heart.yet go to sleep a stranger,in a world yet undiscovered!
what color is broke?
aint got a dime…broke!what color is hungry?does it have a languageknown only to empty bowls?what color is homeless?does it keep the bodywarm in the night?does anybody give a damn?what color is jobless?does it redeem the thiefthat breaks out the window,moving with silent desperation?and what color is alone?can anybody hear?does anybody really give a damn?
you took my soul
the colors from the lastleaves of autumn…the snow from the night skybefore it touched the ground.the sense of dangerfrom the little boy’s heart,before he climbed the tree.the sadness from the body still,in the casket no one dared touch.the sound of crackling from the fire,in the shelter of the cave…the light from the dawn,as if night…
Buddha was married, had a child, was a prince
world. when he got out in the world, he sawsuffering, he felt it, and change began.he left behind what he had, and began his search…but what he searched for for so long was alreadythere… it always is!there is truly no inner and outer world, that isan illusion put forth by our conceptual minds…what is, is!he…
i need you now more than ever,
i stay up all night praying for you,soon there will be time for sleep.and all the wars of historycome to nothing;as creation’s lamp grows dim!i have walked through the ruinsof a hundred times,now each one bears your scent!the ancient oak reachesto embrace the sky,as the sky walks through the final door!the moon no longer has…