Ceremonial Mask

Can it be thus explained?
This need
These ancient memories
Of performance
Theatrical manefestations
Of persona
Of Spirit

Can it be grasped in this manner?
This knowledge
These drifting sages
Of wisdom
Floating residue
Of memories
Of Self

Will it banish the fear of finding?
This voice
These rolling waves
Of change
Shedding mantles
Of darkness
Of will

Will it resolve the difference?
This question
These random writings
Of thoughts
Examined expression
Of feelings
Of need

And, once resolved, will it save?
This soul
These shattered spirits
Of one greater
Being in nature
Of nature
Of love

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My Teacher, My Student

One cannot deny
The thoughts given
To time
To rhyme
No reason
Just livin'

A roll of the die
Oh my, a seven
On one
On it
The insights
To heaven

With air uplifting
To peaks aloft
By wing
By sail
On currents
Smooth...soft

Alight and tumble
Arise and look
There this
There that
Like reading
A book

Pages worn, brown
The smell of the ages
Of measures
Of earth
The readings
Of sages

Absorb, digest, give
Life to the letter
So that they
After you
Will convey
Even better

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Through visions I distinguish
The sea becomes a road
Not sink nor swim
But safely walk
Tree sheltered my abode

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A candle lit
It flickers still
Casting shadows
Upon my will
Its waxen body
Drips like tears
Opaque and thick
Like all my fears

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