Crosslegged Poems - Poems about Crosslegged

...PSYCHEDELIC There was a decade, it was the 60’s I’m sure When everyday things were just a little bit off As if there were rumblings in the earth’s core And when scripted lines gave way to impro......

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...Life started in darkness, in earlier attempts of creation, with the purpose to consume and be. Smell was the seeking sense, the only one. other senses came later. This primitive sense is at the......

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...Last time he checked the Gate remained locked. Verdant shadows reflect soft running steams falling into still pools. Rushing to hushed sounds abated in calm. Evergreen foliage radiant, vibrant, waiti......

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...Her eyes were like sparkling emeralds Her smile could ignite flints into a fire Her touch sent him wild with longings His need for her a constant thrumming When they were together all was farga......

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...I attended a large gathering and took some time to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, and shoes not worth a dime and shoes that seemed to hav......

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...The mirtangist may never willingly hear may not want to hear the multaiyam announcing his cue nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right to the change in the raga the plucking of the yal strings ......

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...dark matters are floating like bowls made of leaves spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates from rails, nothing will move now except the eyebrows of s......

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...dark matters are floating like bowls made of leaves spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates from rails, nothing will move now except the eyebrows......

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...Why did not you cross the black river and remained innocent ? Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest ? You won the race, the space, the heaven. Moving away to the farthest blackness. You......

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...Sitting crosslegged on golden sands feeling a jasmine scented breeze in our hair as we ate ice cold papya with wooden forks........

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...Why did not you cross the black river and remained innocent ? Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest ? You won the race, the space, the heaven. Moving away to the farthest blackness. You......

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...Crosslegged meditation still water contemplation reflective pool of visions full harks infinity sparkled jewels Soaring mind in glory find another space another kind comet dusted clouded tail......

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...She waits crosslegged in the smokey dawn his scent is in her hair leather cords with feathers fly in the gentle breeze where she waits just outside the last teepee. She can't remember when......

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