Clear Streams~

I’m going to maintain

Clean lines

Pace my heart within secure bones

Refrain from dragging parables into a panorama of scribbled paper

Or permit the surreal to grip my throat in its flamboyant maw

So I can inhale dew in script

And exhale mist in a hieroglyphic stream

In opposition of stained pixels

Until the simple pressure of my fingertips

Modifies solid into liquid

So as to touch your long hand chisels of ink in the rosetta stone

Trace the shape of your words

Taste them like a blind girl

On a quest for the consummate shape

Of that elusive heart thing

Dripping melody inside the simplicity

Of solid bones

 

 

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Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

This seems to be so much more than what the eye beholds. My ears hear a spiritual journey. A meditative mind and heart that wishes to shed the debris of the trivial and time-wasters and find the cleanliness of simplicity, humility...take in the food from scripts of old. And in order to taste the trueness of it, you must be blind to sight of it and delight in it with a refined palate.
This one feeds my soul like no other, my dovely. Thank you.

[Ed Hart]

amen, amen, and amen

[LA Lorena]

"elusive heart thing" this made me smile....if we don't name it, don't acknowledge it, it can't hurt us right?

[Robin]

the tracing of liquid braille , that indelible music , a soft whisper upon the palm ~ beautiful

[LilyT]

Your lines are always beautifully clear. You are beautifully clear.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Ssssssweet!