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as you sit in tranquil surroundings


meditate on one thought



as your world slowly stops spinning


consider what you've been taught



that pain is only fleeting


and that time cannot be caught



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capture the wind


harness the wave


to experience


the essence of life


one must be brave



(from a drawing)


 

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I looked for you


in the fire


and only found the flame



I looked for you


with the wind across the desert


and returned alone



I looked for you


in the willows that weep into the water


and they did not remember you



I looked for you


in the light of the night sky


and found only the blackness



I looked for you


in my soul


and now I can only wait 



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I question all

but have answered none

and my sadness

has fallen victim to the dusk


with grays and blue

to the victor

the vastness is no longer

feared or ignored


why has the upward journey

failed to align my hopes and dreams

I often begged for guidance

but weakness shrouds my pleas


and when infinity's light found me

I was blinded , not saved

so my mind deliberates no more

and the spirit within me

must drift . . .

and cry . . .

alone . . .

forever 



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rainbow colors marching


sky swiftly falling


on satin textures


that rule the earth



life sweetly singing


future brightly shining


on a lonely soul


who found his way 



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Oh Beautiful Soul



flowing waters , feel their source


to this languid pool in a dream


where coolness reaches into your heart


and your hopes rise upwards like steam



looking up , see a circle of branches


gently reaching to entwine your core


looking down , the past reflecting


you float above and begin to soar



clouds beneath you , life ahead of you


a scintillating light guides the way


be absorbed , fall to its center


for within that peacefulness


you may stay 



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in your evening thoughts

what is my name?


how does one return

to the time of first imagining


how does one explore

the space between god


how does one answer

the strident rhythm of existing


how does one reclaim

the evening thoughts that lead us on


. . . without being forever changed 



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stars in the sky

look down on my form



the earth holds me


the winds cool me


the tides move me



I am . . .


I am . . .


the sands of your love



shaped and molded by your thoughts


marked by your footprints


then erased



forever changing


forever silent


forever yours



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The Circle Closes



I found you in the summer's rain


in a thousand tears


that reflects your pain



then collecting in a meadow's stream


these shared images


from a private dream



finally flowing to your mirrored soul


I searched within


to find my goal



I looked deep within your light to find


that love of life


gives peace of mind



and pain and sorrow have no place to stay


when we touch


our special way

 


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thoughts in lazy flight



spiraling through clouds of hope



billowing sails on azure memories



and returning to the now



with you 



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if I speak the answers clearly


and uncover your questions , too



if I travel to a place before time


and return with your jeweled stars



if I bow to your shimmering ocean's brightness


and embrace your consuming fire



if I fall to the earth's liquid center


and into your outstretched arms



would you catch me


would you hold me


would you help me through 



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traces of your fingertips



lingering laughter and sparkling eyes



I surround your fragile presence with



my love that gently tries



to reach inside your inner self



and be a flower in disguise 



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the day is gray with solitude



the rain plays its song on the leaves



time stretches slowly around corners



allowing for thoughts to travel far



and talk to you


 

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a stone has been planted



the world lays barren with waste



a thousand harvests forgotten



sweet memories of a taste



the world slowly withers



only twisted skeletons remain



for the stone covers all I know



mute testimony to the pain 



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I lay my head


next to dreams unsaid


and sleep cradled


in the waters of life



where truth is found


and love abounds


I awaken


having said good-bye



for in that last kiss


I taste lasting bliss


and now know


that you are truly mine 



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a short walk on a long pier


words , always words to say


gray eyes , I look deep within


cool breeze , and I try to warm you


touching , words are less important now


holding you , words mean nothing now



every fiber is aware of you


every texture


every pressure


every contact


is you



I am frozen


I am speechless


I am time that wants to stand still


and capture you 



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if you could step inside my mind


would you marvel at what you see



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I call on the spirits


of the crescent moon


that frolic on the


night's silver path



in the crash of surf


and heavy air


on the guardian rocks


with silent eddies



do they know


what I feel inside


do they know . . . the beauty


the beauty of loving you



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you see me



I see you



different pictures



but I feel



that our thoughts



are the same 



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the long shadows of silence


creep across the canyon floor



the jagged rock walls


reflect the last feeble light of day



the trees on creeks' edge


cast dark fingers


on the deepening sky



the air settles into stillness



and the world


becomes quiet



so quiet



waiting



waiting for you to announce


the night's hidden symphony


to begin 



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Infinity's Tree



a leaf that falls


into a stream


begins a long journey to the sea



a leaf that falls


beneath a tree


feeds the forest floor



a leaf that falls


into my outstretched hand


is mine to hold forever 



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the flute     


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winsome notes upon a flute


wafting across a field of green



hues that only our ears can see


floating on the country air



gentle elf with magic fingers


drown the air with a tune 



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dreams



with spinning fragments

waking to coolness


after the rain . . .

after the rain of my tears


I call out your name

for in the silence of my breathing


I feel your heart . . .

and shadows

that pass silently by

in the night


the mist mingles with my sadness

I touch those memories again


I am a soaring bird

in the company of stars


after the rain . . .

after the rain of my tears 



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thoughts that visit briefly


give a mere moments pleasure


and then return to the black



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the summer of my birth calls for me


I am allowed to see the before and after



before the seasons . . .


I stand for judgment



and after . . .


there is just the winding procession


where the road is a multitude of rocks


where the road is forever



and this life


which is the space between two rocks


provides the respite one needs


to hope 



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hazy memories of lives gone past


quiet pools of solitude to hide in


fervent prayers for continued bliss


open arms that embrace the world



unknown faces that crowd a window


a baby's cry shatters the calm


gliding images that escape from blackness


the ocean continues in a silent way



all in my mind . . .

all in my mind . . .


all in my mind . . .



today 



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a light reflects


off a silent pool of green



and hides secretive denizens


just beyond reach



where in deep caverns of mystery


they spin their cocoons



endlessly wrapping


the fragile shell of this life



I give to you solace


from winter's pale gray



for in this fire's offering


that drifts on the sky



I show a hazy memory's window


into my soul



that slowly opens


to embrace you and die 



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I walk slowly with the shadows


as they fall into the night



I heed their beckoning call


as I follow the precipitous path



I feel their gentle caress


as my mind explores colored canyons


I expand into the universe


and become as time with you 



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I follow the receding fingers

of the tide as it returns to sea


shells and pebbles on the sand disappear

as they spiral their good-bye's


I hear the soft sound of the water's retreat

as the far horizon comes forward to absorb me


and then, left stranded within myself

I begin my vigil to wait for you


my image stretches to surround it all

for I am the feelings of past existing


released from the invisible fire

I brush the ocean's deepest crevice

and the mountain's craggy summit

with my fingertips

and I veil the moon with my wings


my reason for being

is seared on to my soul

by the endless sorrow of night


my reason for living

comes from my eternal quest

to escape the dark


in the great granite halls

I whirl among the alabaster statues

of the immortal gods

where the sounds of my passage

curse the lingering echoes of stillness


as I explore the vaporous rift

between your dreaming and awakening

I find . . . that you are love


so now knowing this

I escape the solitude

and quietly the tide comes in

to carry me

to home

again 



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gentle, gentle

wandering one

kneeling

in a wooded dale

by a silent stream

with hands thrust deep

into decaying soil

living sunset memories

from a faded dream


find a seed protected

from the winter's cold

awaiting the warmth

of a distant spring

cupped in hand

sense its future

vining upwards

and the fruit it brings


living, dying

the great circle

wispy images

of souls long lost

judgment based

on your shared treasures

with life's rewards

traced in the frost 



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touch with tender kiss


know that I am weeping


hiding sadness


from your eyes




touch with tender kiss


know that I am keeping


your crystalline light


deep inside




touch with tender kiss


know that I am sleeping


always . . . always


by your side

 


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pinpoint light of understanding



melodic rhythm of days going by



have found a source of infinite value



hidden within your silent sigh 



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Love is . . .



what colors the world



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copyright Patrick O'Neil


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