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Current mood:  quiet Category: Writing and Poetry
life on
the edge of Om
the
sounds mingle
quiet
rush of morning’s end
a bird’s
flight
the car
passing
now… the
kettle, softly singing
each a
rhythm
building
slowly
it rims
my lips
the taste
of the One
a silent
expression formed of breath
emptiness
poured out
then
drawn in
washing
the mundane with
wave upon
wave
of clear
vibration
beating
on the
edge of life
I seek
peace
but
always
I am just
on the
edge of Om.
June,
2009 By c.m. brooks
7:30 AM
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