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The Hill-Water From the rim it trickles down Of the mountain’s, granite crown Clear and cool; Keen and eager though it go Through your veins with lively flow, Yet it knoweth not to reign In the chambers of the brain With misrule; Where dark water-cresses grow You will trace its quiet flow, With mossy border yellow, So mild, and soft, and mellow, In its pouring. With no shiny dregs to trouble The brightness of its bubble As it threads its…

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Decidedly French…

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.” – Arthur Rimbaud (Ludwig Deutsch – the Scribe) Sensation On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths, Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass: In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I shall let the wind bathe my bare head. I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:…

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Sorcery….

To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery. – Charles Baudelaire (Ludwig Deutsch – The Nubian Dance 1886) — Rhea On her shut lids the lightning flickers, Thunder explodes above her bed, An inch from her lax arm the rain hisses; Discrete she lies, Not dead but entranced, dreamlessly With slow breathing, her lips curved In a half-smile archaic, her breast bare, Hair astream. The house rocks, a flood suddenly rising Bears away bridges: oak…

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Reincarnation/Revolution…

(Neon Bliss by wild-rain-73.deviantart.com) I shall tell you: I am seeing and seeing strangers Who are not strangers, For there is something in their eyes, And about their faces That whispers to me (But so low That I can never quite hear) Of the lost half of myself Which I have been seeking since the beginning of earth; And I could follow them to the end of the world, Would they but lean nearer, nearer, And tell me…. – Strangers…

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Blossom Again…

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself” My mind is dazzled — Did you come to visit me? Did I go to you? Was our night a dream? Reality? Was I sleeping? Or was I awake? – Ise Shrine Priestess Everything is coming up Blossoms… A short entry, film, quotes, poetry… Enjoy! Gwyllm __________________________ On The Menu: 2 Films by Kenneth Anger Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes Poetry Of Dogen… On The Arrival Of Spring: Poetry…

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For The Masses…

“A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.” — Emily Dickinson “Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the…

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Blossom…

Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. -Anaïs Nin Dream Poem Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In…

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