Saiom Shriver ( 10 of 55 )
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for he magnetizes to your home those read more
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for he magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.
(typo corrected).
How do the words
of the Peaceful Master
become the tirades
of warmonger pastors?
How do the words
of the Peaceful Master
become the tirades
of warmonger pastors?
The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written read more
The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written on by God.
Out of the sea
the sun aborning
Not adorned but
all adorning
with his awesome light
of morning
says to read more
Out of the sea
the sun aborning
Not adorned but
all adorning
with his awesome light
of morning
says to you
Come! My Mavoorning!
Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step read more
Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step taken oh so slight.
Sunwands turn rain droplets
into blackberry drupelets
as enkindled okra seeds
acknowledge heliocracy.
Sunwands turn rain droplets
into blackberry drupelets
as enkindled okra seeds
acknowledge heliocracy.
How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.
How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and read more
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.
When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.
