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01 February 2009

from the notebooks of OM

revelation, revolution
these are the days held in hand
with love come crushes and death
navigating the territories between heaven and hell
beats of an ancient world
and the conventions of the conventional
avoiding banalities
sparking the flame
never expiring, never tiring
of the growth that comes
these words to remember with every interaction
flo
be
let go

we imagine ourselves at the center of the universe
and know
that it is an infinite and mysterious starting point
the race is on 
the end looms 
on every horizon
our castles crumble
we let fall the edifice
while holding fast
to foundations of hope and glory
riding the wind

5/20/07