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No signs for star-crossing in thedead of galactic night...beingsdream drawing their faces.Colors change freely to arrive attheir G*d...resonate to pla..
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Gift me your exquisite arrivaltimes...your comings and goingsinto your own--and I willinstinctively pour what I contain.What I kept for myself will co..
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You've unhanded blinding sheaths in your moving, the air bows, andbecomes your grace.The flower, flowers because you went where you went.You've blissf..
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There you were...in care of faintest heart--seen off beside yourself,by yourself.Your holding cell movedwith you in perfectmeasure...keeping timewith ..
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Horizon's take their turnas excited children...bearing the message thatthe slate is wiped clean.Wide grows the space forcolor and song...how wideit gr..
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She wept while looking into theeyes of Anandamayi Ma in a video...I told her I wanted our lovemakingto be like photosynthesis.I could enter her pornog..
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Colors blent of theirown accord...culminatingecstatically.That brilliant whitepoint reflected in All youreyes.
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Light entered newly, continually...touchinglight that imaged--I swore I was there, yetthere was elsewhere.I could isolate no thing and call it mine.Bl..
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Prelude:From Fullness swathing, wake leftin wake of...truly, there is no passingbut an Emptying of Fullness....Needless to say, ecstaticallyvibrating...
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...I Am the burning candle of myown vigil.The night of my ignorance is long...though hope lie beyond me,I Am not beyond it.My center is perfect, my ci..
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