On The Cusp Of Sleep
Laying in stillness
Of a different nature
Lying out, looking into foreverness
Never forgetting…
Things I have learned, even sitting
Diverse natures of Nature
Open to us all.
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An elemental stew
Truly, of selective perceiving’s, look closely…
Waters, Fires, Ethers, and Earth soils, and stones
With Spirit Lights twinkling
All in infinite Space, Place and Time.
See, even broaching into Beyond Understandings
Where gods and angels, devils too reside.
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I see, feel, hear, and smell…
Not forgetting flavors
No, never forgetting tastes
Many more, deeper, than any tongue absorbs.
All channels leading to the heart
Mind picking over choicest, chosen parts
Imagination choosing others for further flights.
Flight
One asks… remaining curious, ever open
Staying quiet, senses alive.
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Dreaming machine stands ready for nighttime activities
As our Sun sets it’s children free…
To that part of recessed day
To get on with the real work...
Help, finding the true way Home.
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Brian Rusch
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