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Date Posted: 11:00:29 07/07/02 Sun
Author: SuSanne
Author Host/IP: pool-63.53.141.45.nwrk.grid.net / 63.53.141.45
Subject: Re. this is correct version of: Cleansing Winds
In reply to: SuSanne 's message, "Cleansing Winds" on 10:41:33 07/07/02 Sun

Sorry, doing 3 things at once

CLEANSING WINDS

Do we meet in dreams
And I don't even know?
Do I unconsciously pine
For what is already mine?
Could it be even now,
Our paths draw closer?
Since we've learned of our needs
That balances respective wants
Of our personal worlds
With as little possible, unnecessary greed.

Could you be discouraged
That of you I have not yet seen
Of what may or may not
Be my own tired fault,
Getting in the way
Perhaps big jealous eyes
Of wealth of spiritual soul
In possibility of not able to acknowledge
They mock, what they spiritually lack?
While living high as a hog
To rummage through material treasures
So they may kid themselves
They do no wrong
Hiding our despair up on shelves.

Yet for them, I feel somewhat sorry
For they may never know
Tightness of rightness
Emoting personal lows to highs
On a bridge to glorious Light,
A path I too, humanly walk
Over pitfalls of mistakes
As a corner of this one's eye
Surveying the center for you,
Without much guise of disguise.
So tired of grammar-school ways
Boy & girl ways that don't want to grow up
Because they 'keep on keeping',
Having their way, gnawing truth's bones
As if orphaned Wolves pups.

Must not two-way trust be earned?
While skipping on a path
With pebbles and stones
That could trip anyone up
Which might send us separately, long gone?
N'est pas asks lyrically in French, is that not so
Gone perhaps even before we can start?
Singing love's bitter to sweet slow songs
In hip hopping sounds for abstract arts
Rock an' rolling through a new century long.

Does time have time to ponder
Mistakes or hopes of yester-year
While I ask for forgiveness ear
Hearing weariness mistakes
Camouflaging alert into failing
Helping just two more,
Yesterdays ending to beginnings.
As hurt can rake as if raking lawns
In our respective abodes of spirit,
That falls leaves in life's ordained chance
Into colourful, almost tidy leafy piles
Feeding fires for loving thoughts
Committing ashes, to dance

With cleansing wind's visions worldwide,
Transfiguration for worst of memories
Into Lily's growing on the river Nile
Taking true life's celebrating in stride
With a golden Wine's flute.
Or perhaps we'll sail
Upon love's boat over seas of mourning
For those, we will always miss on the far side
Softening barnacles of acquired grief
Transformed to varied flower's sweet essence
Into mists .. of our respective Absolutes?

� SuSanne &*_*&
5.7.02~smb.powell -3-
All rights...............

"...to help just two...", As helping a boy with only a student ticket
on my way to work. I could have paid his fare, perhaps I'm too
used to being somewhat broke? Then on the way home,
not helping after he missed his stop, a man that 3 other men
attempted to mug just before he got on the bus after being shot in the leg.
I pray where ever they are, that both can forgive me although
not knowing any of my exenterating circumstances.

I had much of this written this Independence Day afternoon
yet now after reading WindWalker's latest poem,
"Dance to Anger Dance to Love!" perhaps should admit
being partly inspired to titled this poem
"Cleansing Winds", Oh yes, a tad bit of
'Sammiesis's' "Educating Essence " inspiration is there too
at the end....*smile*

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