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everything Zen (Free verse) by crwncka1

I am now one with god in a union with the essence of nature forming the wholeness felt as a star spiral begins to shape the escape hole where my soul may pass over space to become the very source igniting dynamic pattens of vibratory motion felt from the empty space forming a patten of cyclonic winds seen coming alive with a memory forming over all the confusion from nowhere out to anywhere in a clear vision of the source now changing my own reflection forming a reflecting mirror in all the eyes that are looking directly to my real self as I listen to echoes that ring though my mind revealing a way out of this place found solving the labyrinth pattern of my own creation shown in darkness to be the eternal hell of stained colored glass with a prism casting a clear light perfectly within this vast empty cathedral with a wonderful clear picture of beauty now painted in the darkness creating a sacred temple of god seen in a multiplex of liquid light so real in mind it forms a eye of true focus from a vision of constant change becoming a clear pathway to the unknown like a pinball machine so simple to play - so hard to master with my created thoughts tuning directly in from the heart where the eye is opened in a true vision within my nature forming a real union with god seen clear though this eye that my heart of hearts now awakens from a dream of love that is becoming real on the realm where my soul merges back to the creator itself - the true nature of the source with the devil of one to many tricks put in a bowl of ashes away from the illusion of mirrors hiding his nesting hole to form my clear vision now reflecting back in true color

zodiac 7-Feb-04/3:21 PM
"Everything Zen" is the title of a song by the immensely popular (in the mid-nineties) bad British rock band Bush. How could you have not known that? Do you think people often name poems after songs? And what if songwriters named their songs after other songs? There'd be no end to the confusion. Oh, and I say this to you so much that you've probably taken to disregarding me altogether, but what a giant pussball of non-punctuated too-long-lined say-nothing cliche crap this poem is! How can you have not given up after all this time?




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