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Dalton
May 05, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I Was Earth

I was earth
a thing of clay
before the breath
of life was breathed
into me
Now i like a flute
ululating my Lover's
praises
alive with the breath
of the Beloved
Never forget you are
a being of clay
risen and molded
from dust
The gift God has
granted you
will last for all
eternity
until every last
soul has been
redeemed
until the gates
of hell are flung
wide
and not a soul
remaining
its guardians
reconciled
in His eyes...
— Dalton, May 05, 2010

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Country/Region: The Celestial River

Favorite Poets: Shane MacGowan, Dylan Thomas, Qays ibn Al-Mulawwah, Wallada bint al-Mustakfi, Rumi, Khalil Gibran, Yona Wallach, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Eluard, Brendan Behan, James Clarence Mangan, William Blake, Tom Waits, Charles Bukowski, Forough Farrokhzad, Thomas Chatterton

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. How

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. How wonderful this at-one-ment!!!! I'm reminded of Captain Picard of Star Treks The Next Generation: "Make it so, Number One." We're all number one, eh? Love, Anna "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach