Cosmic Dust <.........................................> tsuD cimsoC
The falling rain,
flickers on the road and flows together
to form pathways
swerving down gutters
away from what it was made.
The unbonded mist disperses
above the well where water pours
from the gutters
by the pathways
that leads us on in crowds of cultural surroundings
avoiding dense but dispersed attitudes of which we are made.
The clouds fall with increasing size
and decreasing weight
until the layers of reality
due to all being one
and nothing is seen
but shining sparkles
coming and going
so quick that they may not be seen
so it tingles the feelings
and mingles the beings
that flow together
with no reason to avoid
until the one being is like void
though it exists in my mind
Always in the air is a bird from paradise
Flying, high and wide in a shade of blue
All around the world on a wave of happiness
Look up in the air or it might pass you.
Written around 1977 as an exercise, sitting at the UofW hub watching everybody leave class on a rainy day.
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