Rushing in the Silence

Halfly filled,
halfly gaining,
heart in suplexing forms;
it needs to go on,
sowing the seeds of sweating labor,
drawing near to hear the voice of nature's host.
Be still,
hear the rushing in the silence;
intelligence flowing through the fabric of being.
And for regard, familial ties tighten,
in amity inflation.
In earnest concern,
for the feasible failings;
peace is affordable
and freely given.







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The Time, That Always Is

O be present,
presently engaged and presently doing;
virtually unexplaining
the faulty logic circuits
soldered haphazardly by the learning curve;
is what suits you neatly in pairs
of tweed-jacketed comforting hands.
"I'm secretly on your side,"
Just for now,
yet now again it always is,
doing pleasantly to those pleasantly engaged.
Be brave, little ship,
tumultuous waters may sink you,
yet sail you on while life goes on,
for memories remain, and defining the momentum
of the Moment.
The time, that always is,
and fixed in higher pathways.







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