Moksha

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By Sandwich Massacre •

A gentle spirit is the wind you feel A breath vying against the impending sun A coalescence of soul and sky Intrinsic path becomes surreal Guiding this air and this body as one To a sanctuary of you and I A sacred mystery is the peace you own A serenity vying against what is unfeigned A ubiquity of ethereal motions Contiguous sea is a fortune alone Enchantment counted in each drop it rained Drowning in the liquid of our notions A celestial palette of the light you see A device of flame to surround the circumference A disappearance beyond the bounds Revelations find us as a silent prophecy Beyond the seas and expanses kindled lies indifference The vertical breadth is echoed with our sounds A reverie does impel this manifested sanctum Two hands of two essences thriving to build Three eyes aware of a natural truth in sight Three palms as guardians to cradle heart’s wampum Two hearts’ perpetual beating lives strong-willed A reverie impelling cores to unite 2004

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October 22, 2005 22:17waterlily

i had to copy this poem in order to study in it's full depth.first in order to understand all the difficult words in which i have never seen.which is surprising to me since i have a momma who is one quarter shy of her Master's in Creative Writing for heaven's sake.But i do intend to master this piece!lol

October 23, 2005 09:56Don't build lies on ice cubes.

I'm attempting to understand the point of this poem and what its truly about- the fact that I don't really intrigues me. I love the line about fire and circumference. It makes me imagine two people trapped and any escape will leave them burnt. Which then reminds me of a relationship. Parts of this poem make me think of reaching out to someone who is either scared or dubious about whether its the right thing to do, i think thats the initial first verse that makes me think that. and i love the first line of the second verse- it makes me think that someone who is mysterious is that little bit more compelling. I may be 180 degrees from the mark, but thats how I read the poem anyway. Its a stunning poem for its complex imagery.

October 26, 2005 00:57waterlily

ah! lol..this poem ..seems hauntingly familar to me in tone...i adore the last two lines of the first paragraph...still havent whipped out the dictionary on interpeting this special poem but i will tonight!..manifested sanctum..cardle heart's wampum? that made me laugh since i am a beader and wampum was the first word i heard from a royal Bannock elder years ago...the last paragraph is hard to fully understand..three eyes? three palms?yet two hearts?impelling cores to unite holds the key.he he he

August 28, 2006 22:32.:side:walk:.

good