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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ibexx who wrote (236)	5/31/1999 8:09:00 PM
From: Ibexx	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Spring Equinox Come close, my friend, speak to me of passion, of fierce fires of the soul that burn all structures to the ground and the strange scapes of light that are left standing on the inside of the world; speakto me -- of the spring thunder that cracks bones and drives steep spikes of the sky deep into the soft core of the earth, and the silence that spills out from the wounds. Come close, my friend, your ink holds such an ancient story; speak to me of sadness and of longing, and the ancient dust, the tearing separation from the One, and the eternal quest for Union. Come close still, my friend, tell me what you see when the transparent visions unfurl behind your lids, and what you hear in the silent

To: Ibexx who wrote (236)	5/31/1999 10:04:00 PM
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SPRING EQUINOX (To a love forbidden, with fatal violations) Come close, my friend, speak to me of passion, of fierce fires of the soul that burn all structures to the ground and the strange scapes of light that are left standing on the inside of the core; speak to me -- of the spring thunder that cracks bones and drives piercing spikes into the sky deep onto the soft flesh of the earth, and the silence that rumbles from the wounds. Come close, my friend, your ink holds ancient glory; speak to me of sadness and of longing, and of the primordial dust, the tearing separation from the One, and the eternal quest for Union. Come close still, old friend, tell me what you see when the transparent visions unfurl behind your lids, and what you hear in the silent ballads of Rumi, of Kabir and Mirabai, whose footprints still lay fresh in the tremulous flowered air. Yes, my friend, speak to me of love. For once we failed to gild a radiant moment with its strange linings; but I now see far -- far into the mystery, where your voice ineffably begins, and abruptly, indelibly ends. (--adapted from notes buried in an old journal)