Sunday, September 23, 2012

Autumn Fullness of Zero Motion

Autumn Fullness of Zero Motion, Line of Equinox slides to Creeping, fullness, waits for D E S C E N T, diamond bright, While leaves hint glorious demise Tinged in pouting orange, reds, vermillion awakened As winds singing, mock end of summer-tide. Quiet fullness shocks grey bird bath Where Jupiter sized green tomato lounges, And Yearns for heat of Surya, gold Disc of sun, fullness of churning Quiet, cosmic blasts of radiant explosions! O, sun mighty in moving temple of Bright fragrance and velvet warmth, Beam like ancient metaphors of Sumer, Or Ur bowed to mystical yearnings. Agnis Deo o, Agnis Deo complete Full circles of wandering, of Devotion cast from transcendent Liveliness, pink totality of Nothingness tip toes on forward Cusp of seasons, bright as green Vines exploding past boundaries, Climbing in exaltation to Divine Simplicity of green and gold globes, Wondrous in fullness of Divine Patterns, outreaching ambrosial tastes, While sounds Gregorian nudge your Clear seeded heart, a space for Wandering, curving back to transparent Casements, covering joy of Being, of Sitting in fullness of zero motion. Bells of Autumn toll like evening vespers, Rank with solemn finalalities, soft in Seeds flying, gourds plumping over-sized Egos of white pumpkins, large as full moon Shine in fascination and occupy space like Io frozen in soft outer reaches of Jupiter. Pater Nosters rise like a river winds to Sea of promises and merges in chilly airs, While gourds and squashes sing huge finalities, Quiet melodies of space sing in celestial raptures, Witness, witness, see, see turquoise dreams like Opulent clouds fill white sky of Autumn with Tear drops of Queen Summer put to rest on Dahlia hills, while roses drop petals, singing Codas of perfection, become ocean of blue petunias, Competing with surging waves of pink and white Flowering kale, last brave designs of grand fullness. Kale king of mock roses swell in Autumn splendor Like opened faun sized rose buds leap in exaltation! Leaves unfold like invitations script in ottava rima, Announcing Fall festival wrought from zero motion.

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