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July 2009 
Circles
Posted on Sep 12th, 2007
by 
Doug
Doug
It seems that it is a circle
Even though from moment to moment
through moment
It feels like a line
I saw blue birds today
Fly from a yellowing tree
Into white clouds around
Back to yellowing tree
Practice I suppose of moment to moment
Through moment?
The yellow will descent floating
In this time of fat and fur
When the yellow tree grows down
Into this quiet darkness
The circle just grows larger
Spiraling back through
Death, birth, childhood to moment to moment
Through moment
I circle around you
Spiraling back again through
childhood, first love, to moment to moment
through moment
and you are in your own orbit.
we pass by briefly,
admiring the sublime light
from a distant star
seen in the other
moment to moment
through moment
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