Time to move

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This is where we hail our Sun

relief pure basks in passing shadows
the following ascension of the Aether as rhythm sways
patient heat gains and tremors
crackled Plastic turned headrest quiets the mind
Granite given stretches the sinewed spirit
chronicled by fresh coats of paint lining ached Heels

The Cup is made full

soothed green surrounded by returned brown shines reverential
matching brimming ocular smiles while the canon resumes its pace
Greyed speech fills this landscape of word
the aged can be paired to chamomile
grow Infinite and renewed with each step
Above and Below gazes, all turns with cosmic decency

Of the Good

touch the Warm and exhale following the refreshing drink of existence
Cast out the winds of sad morrow, behind, and open the vision of the good!
“nothing can be wrong in art” as the little universes expand
cool embers of the dawn whisper joy into the great beyond
we are all of this same good and are Whole within the breeze
there are no paths untraveled in the forests of sky
landscape and vision are no longer words of speech, of accomplishments, or act as pursuits
Live within and beckon for clarity and calm
five is the accessible peace of breath and flow
surrender the breath and the height is perused

bereit jenseits Acht

the Momentum scales for each moving Cling Clang
the train good and wise barrels under darkened visors
emanating strength clarity equanimity
"Europa"
roll off the tongue with karmic Affinity as the phrase reveals
pronounce and let it sit gently between stations
beyond furnaces touched of depth and aching ground
fingers dissolve lingering white and black
sunsets are never a given expression

become More

On new paths eyes graze
no sharpened axes lay in the golden ground
Auburn zeal fades as the grey rolls
soothed waves glide composed on granite
i’ve never looked through this window of the earth before
yet here is the Invincible Night
this framed hour waits among the fields of fences
loose with silence and present as the Now

6:10 to 9:30

minimal to maximal with lights and whistles
know what is good even if you had never been there for it
that stretch of time that heaven opens up
the yodeling makes it as the wires cross for chills
create smiles and warmth with sound and vision
Hearing peace and Being crescendo
8:22
alle sind eins und für Ewigkeit wir sind froh