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Offline DR Pockets

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Vanishing points
« on: November 07, 2012, 11:50:33 PM »
This is the echo of a wordless mind.
Look around. Listen inside, out and look again.
Valleys of invisible motion, open vessels, featherpetals, listening too.
Chime your eyes over to mine anew, and color me in
Carry us over. Adrift. In ribbons.
A gentle shake, scattering ilk of snakes
Patiently milking the pale silky wake of our footprints after.
Is this where you had gone before?
Is this the moment youve been waiting for?
Just an untold moment more-
When a thousand missing rivers flood my door.
My seams blend freely.
Hand crafted and half sown.
What you want to know cannot be known.
Clearly seen and always shown.
Breathe easy.
Breath into breath.
Unborn silence, silently unfolding.
Step into steps
A door between doors
Another breathe, and another door.

If you can put your five fingers through it, it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

        from 'Ulysses' by James Joyce