spirit soars to mountain peak then becomes the winged hawk.
soul rains upon driest desert whilst being its hottest sun.
mind recesses through 10,000 doors
whilst lock pins heart to key
and form, sweet form, transcends
air, water, earth, becoming then, tender fire.
each spring, white flowers grow in his garden
to which each night, he attaches piercing thorns.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
23dec08
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