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Average Joe posted an update in the studio
NaturePoems 2 months ago
Somewhere in the world is born such a day as this
*Silence
Washed amber-gold
Softly warms fleeing shadows
Hazed by mists
And awakens the soul
To breath deep the morn
Rendering heaven of earth before the eye
To bind in this moment apart
The heart
Such the poetry of the gods
That time, anew, begins
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)))O((( posted an update in the studio
NaturePoems 3 months ago
3 months ago (edited)
Once Upon a Time
Rain upon the brow
Immersed in the now
Somehow
Finding the how
nearing
the
clearing
of
The query to the universe
Finding the meaning in the verse
Appearing where we appeared first
On that May day, to be: Dispersed
dust
on
the
wind
Somehow-someway, nice-device
placed into hand
Where you learned control of device-nice
Facing…
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)))O((( posted an update in the studio
NaturePoems 3 months ago
Twas then
The everywhere of
the sun
How I came to find
the one
true self of the self
in a place-graced
by the grace
of light
in all it’s forms
From white
light
to bold gold
All evolving
inside
the tides
of
the eyes
Yes, twas there
that
I found my
self
Listening to
the glistening of the
water’s
flow
Twas then that I knew
twas then
that
I knew
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SekretMachine posted an update in the studio
NaturePoems 3 months ago
3 months ago (edited)
Strange Mazes of The Same
How these places
Have seen
thecoming
&
goings
of
So many faces
Written
in
fibre. Now
alive
inFiber optics. How
these
Optics. Have
remainedthe
Same. Despite
how
They have
Changed
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CipherPoems
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Cipher_O posted an update in the studio
NaturePoems 3 months ago
Breathtaking Moments
A relaxing day of rain
Not a single ray of sunshine
To cloud the mind
A sky of clouds
in this domain
where I
found the sound
of
Silence
as
sequence
of
secret movements
Such a presence
in
the surfacing
of
Essence
Listening to the sound
of
The ground: Breathe
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Cipher
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Average Joe posted an update in the studio
NaturePoems 3 months ago
3 months ago (edited)
Its Quiet Now
It’s quiet now
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
– the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
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