Tuesday, July 9, 2013

OUR FORMS


The mountain edge straight
Before the air flowing down
And around the rock


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Move with air as one
Align with vectors of Grace
Self a part of All


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Before the high wind
Comes the movement of air on
The taut straight muscle


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The bird’s wing adheres
To the vectors of grace that
Conduct its lone flight


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Energy flows through
The straight line of level thought
In concentration


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You are the funnel
Of never changing power
Manifest in grace
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Deep the steep long held
Breath released slowly in one
Measure cleansed…rising…





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