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White Stones...

Poetry By: air

The poem is basically about shattering or mastering the three worlds of form. It also speaks of the Soul and reincarnation: (creating dust upon dust)
this is put together; via an idea/thoughts along with visual imagery that I use now and again.

Submitted:Dec 2, 2008    Reads: 230    Comments: 29    Likes: 15   

White Stones


A magnitude of desire was held silent

and it cried

as its ever-reaching counterpart

created dust

upon dust.....


Saluting a trance that began long ago

Secluded dreams released themselves;

two times the wisdom as before....


Mind stands in its shelter

envisioning stones;

one by one

white stones...




then three times

hopefully shattering the

window pane.


White Stones vibrate effortlessly

on an ever changing melody

soothing the tenseness

of marbled walls,

releasing an opalescent lacquer

to melt the senses..


If, on a cloudier day they decided

to write a prophecy,

they knew nothing at all,

and the birds are set free

as the one becomes two

and the two become three...


White Stones





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