poemes running like water through streets
carrying sacred lights
pooling into steadily swirling reservoirs
awaiting brown-red leaf boats
navigating windwise through days and nights
crossing once, then again, into infinity
throwing kisses like confetti against baring currents
poema falling ragged breathed far beyond red ribbons
signaling past forgotten exhaustion
south to north
east to west
round and round the spheres flow
constantly rotating even when all seems
at a spacious standstill of celestial celebration
moon rising under the sun
tipping, slipping up and over
until blissful dissolution into essential energies
without barriers of skin, muscle, bone or brain
teasing mingling touching joys
if only poems were as easy to brew as coffee
beans plus water plus heat equals black tides
everyone would mix them up for breakfast
with the stuff of their nights’ notions
posting a new batch every morning
bulletin boards of fresh poems every day
lining entryways to every cafe, subway, work~way
occupied with such creating
homo sapiens might evolve beyond hating
(Yi-Ching’s ‘happiness’ http://ylphoto.wordpress.com/2009/06/22/happiness/)
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