Sometimes I think

Yeah Sometimes I think tooo……… And then sometimes I don't have to think, and pure feeling rushes in. Good poetry is better than all the wine in the world. May your longings be always beautiful! Big Love, Aum Shanti

wither we wander
we are lost
our future
lost
our past, too
lost
we are ghosts
clad in flesh and bone
pressed to the glass
bloody-fingered and longing

yet what is this, in the fiery dawn?
something forms in the mist
as a path opens, like a rose
like a fountain, upholding
like rainbow, shimmering
and dew, like diamonds
captured in a teardrop

something draws itself up
like thunder from the deeps
as two heartbeats collide
and the sky dissolves
and everything pours
like liquid fire
as even space disappears
for this one long instant
of eternity
then recedes like a tide
to gather beneath and below
the next magma storm

You do good work my friend, an artist as in old, carving from marble angels with wings already in flight.
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ah, that longing… you must know Rilke's Duino Elegies, from the first one:

Oh, and the night, the night, when the wind full of space
wears out our faces – whom would she not stay for,
the longed-for, gentle, disappointing one, whom the solitary heart
with difficulty stands before. Is she less heavy for lovers?
Ah, they only hide their fate between themselves.
Do you not know yet? Throw the emptiness out of your arms
to add to the spaces we breathe; maybe the birds
will feel the expansion of air, in more intimate flight.