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05/21/2007 02:04 a.m.
the sun borrowed his skin thus when the stars left his eyelids, the worlds bloomed on his fingers... your skin hides your true nature, as does your heart and your mind and your utterances - your true nature is omniscient and invisible to you, as is mine, and that is why we flail through each other like disseminating seeds, as above so below, as outside so within, the stars describe mysteries that we've created... in some other galaxy they are talking about stars
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| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/21/07 at 03:28 AM Almost a whisper here... as if the stars were talking from some distant place beneath the eyelids. As if the sun's creative heat turned to radiant fingertips that wrote eyes closed in the night's earth journal. And the hidden wish-within of everything... we all under earth eyelids like planted stars to each other glimmering the distance of ourselves as the day warms... and stars here and afar reflect our unknown positions and our mysterious scripts. |
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