may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Saturday, October 1, 2011

inner Temple

Precious time(they are not making any more of it
Asking you to stay alive-so we can converse more /and yet
each diamond moment dug from coal black backgrounds
Whether moles underground or groundhog daze
we dig towards and with each other 
to make the sparkle last.Death ends us.
We are beginnings every chance we steal
The real trust is in the truth of us-that we
might extend and enjoy every secular devotion
sans belief,power,aims,goals or guidance
Just as we are is enough-the more we grow
the fewer to share each solitary adventure
This is where we are-we survey the landscape 
and listen to our seashell tongues.The taste of waves sings to us
We bring to us fresh songs.Soundscapes scraping ships along shorelines
You are harbor for these surfers.They rest and nest in you
Each night another splashed star sky calls to us
In dreams we rise /delighted ,alighting and delightful
What happens next is....

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