when compared to that of love's keen sting
so why bother with spit and skin and tooth and nail?
why set ourselves up to fail?
to scrape and push and fall down, down, down
will the long run be as fruitful as the short term?
will our paranoia confirm
our lack of self control? oh, i see you
worry too, about the future
and everything that you must do
still in the present
how do we have time for all these mind games that we play?
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it is so thick,
solid gold above us
hanging in the air.
if we could build a tower
and reach high to feel it
in our small pink palms,
wealthy would we be
not in gold, but in experience,
which is of much greater value
to an honest earthly spirit.
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just eight minutes ago
(and now i've felt it again!),
i felt the universe breath in
and i swooned, closing my eyes.
embraced in its giant nostril,
i felt my whole being twist and condense,
wringing my soul completely dry.
and then the universe exhaled
and the process reversed.
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