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White Stones...

Poetry By: air
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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: 227    Comments: 29    Likes: 15   


White Stones

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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...

dropping

once,

twice,

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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