Orbpath

original poetry

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Lonely is the path with
loud footfalls,                                  
                      silent shockwaves:
filling an empty bowl  
with air.
.
O Dubious memory,
                              water imprint,
fire footfall.                       
Sparkwaves,
                ions & suns
in a full fishbowl—
                         solitude in a crowd.
.
Festivity of solitude,
                    hydrants.
       slinking twister.
              energy funnels coughing
dirtflecks in a half-full   
                     dog bowl.
.
Spitting in disgust,                
charkras.
                         mud footfalls,
           waves of grime,
rage-taut thunderstorm.                  
oilslick sheen on the
              overflowing bowl.

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Crack in the clouds                                   
                                 snow-powdered-grass
Plants in the sky                             
                         air-flowered-saps
Mind in heart                       
         Om-mani-padme-hum
Heartmind                  
              Tat-tvam-asi
I am that           
Aham
.
I am
That I am,
Redundification.
Repetitions, dualistic
Fragments coalesce, storing
Energy high-density, hear
The tale of my path, my
Footfall, the story of
My companion, the
Empty full bowl,
My pet my prey
My self my
Nil. I
Sit
.
Watching clouds unfold,
               nothing footfall.
air that quivers with joy,
loving skyfall.                     
.
              The trail burnt
its trace               
behind my passage,                       
                            bowl become
an orb.

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Written by
@d-pend
10/10/17

Photos are
Free domain.

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