insight comes in an instant, a moment of pure awareness.
Known as Suddenlys - these lines are vestiges of spontaneous discernment.
I started writting them in 1985
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Suddenly, in a copse of trees,
a fog shrouded field,
her arms enfold him in continuing being.
Suddenly peacefilled,
his head on her shoulder soft golden morning fog.
Suddenly, all his fits & beginnings
are swallows before the storm.
Suddenly, his smugness is an old
western movie façade.
Suddenly, a sadness appears
sliding down the tendrils
smoke from his cigar.
Suddenly roused by her roaring he senses
blood on the grass.
Suddenly, flying is merely a matter
of concentration.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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