Glass Bead Game
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From spring glow to Om
I wash my hands
with city rain. Clouds
hover over a glistening
John Coltrane. All roads
lead to God. The Atman
rests in stillness, resonates
to and from my
morning breath as I
contemplate the twinkle
of awakened dreams.
Drizzle splats
of Handel and Bach
flow seamlessly between
spacious separations
of Zen furniture.
If you build it
He will come
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done
on earth
as we zoom our kaleidoscopes
to the fringes of the universe.
The Big Bang
loses all importance
when space and time
cease to exist.
August 8th, 2008 at 3:26 am
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