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the precision of music on Sunday morning
how precise
this life
pulled from Kali's arse,
Sunday bells are ringing
no cause for alarm,
the Spanish choir's
songs of devotionc
like mountains of notes
falling into my city's ears
crows crowing and songbirds
join the attention,
cars miss the stop signs on the
corner of W, 26 street,
nothing happens without
complicity
embrace me father for i have sinned
i have missed the golden pansies and the
scarlet petunia
growing,,
faces turning
towards the sun....
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I wrote the poem Sunday morning but was unable to post it till today. Kali yuga is my reference point. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali_Yuga
Life, however, is lived in one continuous stream of conscious awareness , uninterrupted except by our thoughts.
~A
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Comments
Ian.T
Fri, 2013-02-15 09:53
Anna
This one has been hidden too long, though the reference to Kali is of Indian origin there is a mix of religion here to spread a question across most beliefs and there seems to be a little hardness to some of the things many are asked to endure, Yours Ian.T
devotionc just a typo lol
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Roscoe Lane
Sat, 2013-02-16 03:59
A muse,
A muse while the reality of life carries on it's dangerous course, and the failings of religion over natures powers.That's what i read here, thank you. Regards Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.