Francis Osho Poet I do not know?

On the Broken Wing of the Soothing Wind

n she drew me into
the deepest layer of
earth,the molten lava
hallowing me but
not touching i was being 
a sinful saint
the empty poles in the open sky
smiled at the closed force of
an unborn tomorrow
the scent of the unborn flower
engulfed the mouth, delicate
drops of the magic potion
dripped through the divine mouth
dehydrated devoid of strength
in a trans
in a delirium
i non existed
the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the remnants
of the night
red roads
ascended to sky n bliss
spilled down the stream
sweet mountain nymphs danced
my soul soared to the realms
unknown liberating the conscious
from deep within
like a
small fly
on the broken wing of the soothing wind

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Pashang Salehi December 10, 2015 at 1:59 AM Where are you going with this Francis? My sinful saint friend. It is liberating.. Pashang Salehi December 10, 2015 at 12:56 PM You and I combine... I write under Haloo. In Farsi (Persian Language)Haloo means naive, simple. You have an amazing control on the words pouring out from your mouth. I bet you wrote that magnificent write within few minutes. keep doing it; the more you do, the more you learn, the more you realize that you don't know anything. Cheers Francis Osho December 10, 2015 at 4:11 AM thanks pashang. i really dont know about any thing