<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 09:03:15 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@zatavu/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Complexity]]></title><description><![CDATA[The army marching over every field Disturbs the insects hiding in the grass. A whir of beating plastic wings will yield Them up into the waiting beaks that pass Along behind, in mobile feathered wait.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/complexity</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/complexity</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2018 21:36:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYcUoTLF3LtkYNEvJuCT1kVwaT63bZLLqiRdoTbSuUBVkZkUaJhaLoEb6v1zZf7Yn1ycKwqiNFY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A New Home]]></title><description><![CDATA[I never thought I'd love these woods. The tall, straight pines are unfamiliar, breaks In boughs so open that the sun Can break on through, the flowing gold which makes A broadleaf canopy spread out Here]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/a-new-home</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/a-new-home</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2018 02:29:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYgiLrp2LJwh7otzStBpBnNDTdEJTVAFD73qXZh4cjoTK4QPqMFCASUz1stGjwj4DfKtWzEUh74?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bottom Up]]></title><description><![CDATA[You golden love, you organize yourself – The best in life, you organize yourself. The wealth of nations, lifting poor to warm, Cool comfort, you but organize yourself. The storyteller, poet, artist, musician,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/bottom-up</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/bottom-up</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2018 22:51:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/RGgukq5E6HBS5wvERDA3ZF4P2WKQy2VoZZet1QV2Qv5uyM8rgoL9JbECKpz4UYSzvUs52qgVkz9FoC4qdGZeFvw5PiV9MVCojrJspVooxX6LGnUUq8okDVqsVF7JZU2?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dithyramb]]></title><description><![CDATA[Wake up! Be alive! Have some fucking passion! Why must we live a life where dead spirits are the fashion? Where are the spirits that make us want to dance? Why can’t we touch and kiss, make romance A fiery]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/dithyramb</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/dithyramb</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2018 12:04:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[From the Forest]]></title><description><![CDATA[The silent pines blocked out the morning light, The floor of ivy tangled up the cones – So I devised a thyrsus, made to fight For light and dancing, melodies and tones.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/from-the-forest</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/from-the-forest</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2018 01:58:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYDE1roGgMnZZpt6GWEojjXaCwLHfNnuBAeS7QbnrrRnpVcQsrVbvJEMBGKcVwa7QkLMSyuTDrE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Forests of Stone]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hills banded blues and black and reds and pinks – No plants in sight under the searing sun Except this wood of solid stone that links Us to Triassic forests, solid ton Or more of wood in jasper crystals,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/in-the-forests-of-stone</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/in-the-forests-of-stone</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2018 01:48:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[If I Say So]]></title><description><![CDATA[This poem is just about sex or rhyme. This poem is just about birds that sing. This poem is just about love or time. This poem is not about anything. This poem does not have repetition. This poem does]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/if-i-say-so</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/if-i-say-so</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 21:32:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Illusion]]></title><description><![CDATA[The mountain rises high into the sun – The light that shines, it makes all things as one.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/illusion</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/illusion</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 21:24:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jewels in Sunlight]]></title><description><![CDATA[I happened once upon a pool Far, deep within an open wood – I knelt to feel the water’s cool – My eyes caught shining in the light Transparent movement, ever slight. Looking closer, I strained my sight]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/jewels-in-sunlight</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/jewels-in-sunlight</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 12:10:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lost Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[Why do we waste and lose the time we have? what is the cost of all the time we’ve lost? We pass the time and fill the time, and fail To see it growing as a fractal frost. We fear the flow of time, sublime]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/lost-time</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/lost-time</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 03:56:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Jungle]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dendrobiums, dark pink blooms dangling down, And gray-green mottled spoon-shaped leaves, roots, ground Far from them; they grow on trees, rocks, forms found All dancing daintily. They, drooping, drown]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/in-the-jungle</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/in-the-jungle</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 03:48:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pearl]]></title><description><![CDATA[You are a bright and shiny pearl in a purple oyster, As rare as the white gem and the white and rough dark purple shell. Ah, what lovely things can arise when we Are irritated by jagged things well Enough]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/pearl</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/pearl</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 03:35:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Perspectives on the Setting Sun]]></title><description><![CDATA[I The blue retreats into the dark – The planet’s orbit makes the sun Appear to disappear beyond The edge of the earth until one Last sliver slips from its blue bond To the sky, the moon its one mark. II]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/perspectives-on-the-setting-sun</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/perspectives-on-the-setting-sun</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 03:26:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poediatry]]></title><description><![CDATA[I saw a poem once Running on soft feet, Climbing rocks away from me To its own rhythmic beat. And off it ran, Threw off its shoes, Released its tiny toes And left a streak of reds and blues, Traveling]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/poediatry</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/poediatry</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 01:48:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Promise]]></title><description><![CDATA[Darkness, shadows fall about, Permeating all throughout. Within our souls, within our minds – Look within, see what it finds. Looking close, a point of bright Wondrous, glowing, shining light. Small and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/promise</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/promise</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 01:29:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Manet the Cat]]></title><description><![CDATA[Her kitten quivers in my arms. His blue Leash circles my hard hand so he won’t run – But he sits on my arm, calm as a son Reading his favorite book. While it is true I cannot know all that this kitten]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/manet-the-cat</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/manet-the-cat</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 01:21:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[PÆan to God]]></title><description><![CDATA[I knew that I had God in me when I Saw God in everyone and everything. Before then, God could not appear in me And my soul could not grow a single wing. Before I saw the table full of guests I could not]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/paean-to-god</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/paean-to-god</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2018 12:19:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reflections--A Play (Act V)]]></title><description><![CDATA[ACT V (The Bard steps out from behind the closed curtain and stands in front of it, center stage) Bard: Behold as Adam rises through the human and Beyond. From where he was he has descended through The]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/theater/@zatavu/reflections-a-play-act-v</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/theater/@zatavu/reflections-a-play-act-v</guid><category><![CDATA[theater]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2018 03:40:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reflections--A Play (Act IV)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Act IV (The Bard steps out from behind the closed curtain and stands in front of it, center stage) Bard: Oh Muses keep on singing so that I can see The fate of Adam, dead upon the stormy sea. Please show]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/play/@zatavu/reflections-a-play-act-iv</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/play/@zatavu/reflections-a-play-act-iv</guid><category><![CDATA[play]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2018 03:34:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reflections--A Play (Act III)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Act III (The Bard steps out from behind the closed curtain and stands in front of it, center stage) Bard: A human, all too human past is left behind And now we must descend into a lower world, For we are]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/play/@zatavu/reflections-a-play-act-iii</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/play/@zatavu/reflections-a-play-act-iii</guid><category><![CDATA[play]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2018 03:29:18 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>