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lonely on the street

jostled by a thousand lives

sea-gull in a storm.

 

winged shape rising high

I try to yell it's true name

words die in my throat.

 

there's no place for me

abandoned here by heaven

earth bound, soaked by rain.

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The tunnel, the train,

the plane crashing into that,

the alarm clock... Dream...

 

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Birds of paradise

Hushed garden of evermore

Amber persimmons

Edited by Taomeow

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Dream Mahasiddhi

travelling players have come,

lantern shadow show.

 

The girl 'Emptiness'

beckons from by the curtain

now it's time to dance.

 

I have three good friends

bodhisattvas all, we drink!

forgetting ourselves.

 

A bead of red wine

On your lip, gives all away

we are lost, my love.

Edited by Apech

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Pre-Mao pu-ehr tea.

Over seventy years old,

fresh tasting, blood red.

 

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His aunt is a witch

from Grenoble, she skis, taijis

and talks to the dead.

 

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A huge beetle flies in

with his engine running loud,

jump-starting my cat

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Flowing from form-thoughts, sleeping in fleeing feeling thoughts, healing your dreaming while awake spots – beaming in believing , beaming beams that illuminate the rippling stream paths, trickling down and rolling over the toes, cold translucent bubbling water that runs out from silver metallic veins that lie within the rocky mountain tops.

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She worked in fashion

in Paris, but how she scorns

stupid sticks for heels!

 

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Dressed in burlap rags,

blindfolded, handcuffed, betrayed,

she kills in her sleep.

 

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In Babylon, oh,

everybody tells me so,

can't buy me love, no.

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