Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Halo© by Alma de la Melena Cox
The sky broke open
washed me clean
of many things,
soft steam lingers
on my skin,
a halo it seems,
growing more
than belongings
bigger than thoughts
always enough
and the Earth
hasn't stopped
in fact
no one has noticed
the eternal-ness
soaking everywhere
through and through,
this brief life.
Wrap the halo close~
hold tight.
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3 comments:
I'm thinking of your constantly...
that is beautiful.
Jorge Luis Borges couldn't have said it better......
Art is endless like a river flowing,
passing, yet remaining, a mirror to the same
inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same
and yet another, like the river flowing.
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