Pipe and void'
Morning Sun' Staff stands, radiating light outwards from centre to every point' Arms legs' folding coiling of blues' greens and yellows' Coils from the ground caress gently as sparkled living waters upwards' reflecting light' each self' outward again' Atoms of oxygen, hydrogen' methane and nitrogen' do a merry dance to coil, collide to emulse' through singing of golden rays' Tree of many branches' dances in the sunlight' chuckling' little birds strip her bark for nest' Ancient view of self looking at all, as is, light dancing' as glistened raindrops' coils connected with diamonds of pink an blue'' To gaze is the only way' for scrutiny makes for every pixel to dissolve downwards of the spiral of life' Looking outward' sitting within, branched of a style' at a country gate' to make of decisions to cross' This mighty river of emotion flowing' to make the curve of current turning, an see grasses green ' bushes leaves a quiver of the glorious sunlight' Exchanging language' God' As tiny birds a titter' flitting of brown feathered coat, black head Sparrow' casts leaf molt to the sky' As blackbird sits a bow a tree' singing sweetly' for his lady' and the radiant morning Sun'~ The little Mexican stands with straw hat upon his head' smiling bronzen face' golden buttoned jacket of blue swade' Arms' legs' twisting' coiling' guitar in his hand' flying across' running a blister hot burning dessert' Laughing, singing, dancing, playing as he goes' to the joy of dancing freely living' within this glorious garden' To stand the Tree' of many branches emotions' smiling' chuckling, giggling, like a new born spring stream' Bubbling and dashing, over wet sun glistened boulders' evenly laying within the pools, of ones mind's' reflections' Heart a Deer at rutt' body rolling dales of grassy glades' to mountain tops to Sea' this Ocean of awe and blissfulness' That sparkles within the coil of life'~ through cloudless skies, until morning sunlight tinkles' "Hello" once again'~ Bliss'~ Nobunoni + Copyright © 2010 Paul Brookshaw
Light for Wisdom' Clever clever SOLOMON' he he he~ Of Mine's of men' to seek of light' for Wisdom' Out of rock and stone' of wood and water' fire' mineral and light do glow' Of Spirit walking' within the Palace of creation' reading' writing' talking' feeling' eating' breeding' loving' dying' Of Minds to mine' the Sonnes of Gold'~ Awe' the Sun is out~ Of scholars fools and wise' to see of all' without disguise' One truth' to behold' within one's heart's eye for to open'~ To behold the Glory of the Crown of life~ One love~ One life ~ One Palace~ An Angel sits and guides' Awe the Sun is out~ Awe the Sun is out~ An Angel sits and guides'~ Bliss'~ Nobunoni + Copyright © 2010 Paul Brookshaw
A coat of many colours~ So as no to wander through a wilderness' all too full of sand, scorpions' rocks' searing heat' snakes of false passion's pain' Plants' found upon this desolate path' to partake of for light in darkness' To give for too succor as food' also a coat of many colours, A staff to lean upon and wield, a head as an orb of creation, A heart flowing like a minnow flashed spring stream' over wet sun shard-ed dappled brown pebbles' A psychic cathedral full of vibrant azure fish as thoughts do flitter of sunny shoals do flow across' into lowly sandy bays' In Oceans flow' of ebb to tide' as rollers, white horse upon the beach' of ones mind's eye expanding' to fill as the rising of a silver moon' To cast tree and mountain thundercloud shadows upon ones sight exploding super nova as a star' A spirit like a Roe buck deer, bounding lofty mountains high, dashing grassy dales in deeps of folds of grassland valleys, astrewn of white n' yellow daisies' To smile at the brightness of it all' Upholding of spirit great evergreens, through mountains full of snow' as avalanches of emotion's movements' create sparkles to the sky' Of Mountain glades to sea' within ones mind's eye' Creation'~ So rutting in the mud of evolutions coil' to set a forth around the Tree of life' to pose and paint a picture in worded prose' Of passions raging volcanic eruptions' with larva fires of a colossal sun' set within ones temple forehead' The planet for ones eyes' to prepare a table before' of fruits and treasures of truths' as spears and swords as arrows do fly' They do not lie' as deads amongst the folds' of humus' to return as naught' as flying brisky sheep fluffy white grey clouds' Across an endless' tranquil sky' a sitting upon a stumped tree, a fallen of winter's winds' as stool' to smoke and ponder' A dazzling of mind and sight' of as heart's emotions' flittered autumn leaves' upon the dew bespeckled mulsh' of to see my body' as to lay upon the ground' Of for why forever' such very much beauty' so clearly seen of all around without disguise'~ so filled with bliss'~ as if to blind' Ones so tiny as of an Owlet's downy feather' gently fluttering to a leafen ground' Of abounding gentle peacefulness' As spring' lights and shines the sky' Of herb pocking through to show of green leaves to grow' Of flowers to see as a coat of many colours to cover the land' as birds a many a settle from flight' To sit and ponder of this wonder' of all this life has given to ones hand' To stand steadfast upon this rock' Of to see the magnificent glory of creation's beauty' that doth abound' like a mighty river flowing within ones heart' Oh what joy to bliss of peaceful gentleness' A coat of many colours'~ Bliss' Nobunoni + Copyright © 2010 Paul Brookshaw
'Pipe and Void" - I like that...Oh do I understand! Good work Nobu, thanks for sharing man!
Spice of life!! You are welcome Cal ) Bliss! Nobu +