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Slowly I Open My Eyes in the Rain
I can hear you now
walking gingerly
among the nameless
trees of autumn
touching the wet
leaves of memory
drinking the colors
of remembrance &
the longing-in-the-heart
Without the rain
I think I can still (if
I try hard)
smell your small
happiness, not measured
artificially, nor with
your own obvious
acknowledgement
Listening to the rain
my soul takes on a voice
making me believe
everything will be alright
from now on, like this quiet falling
Nothing is lost
Nothing gained
...
this other voice
:
So is life
So is death
So is love
and everything else
we want to name
:: nov. 2005
[art by Adi Da]
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