Free Verse # 360 (unheard untouched unsean)

When spring shakes
his flowery branch and sings
do not wonder, that is me,
come back from the dead to show you
what it means to be free,
what it means to live
without restlessness and fear.

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Her touch reminds me
of the deep presence
from which I was born.

Like a roaming ribbon of fragrance
her touch recalls me
into the heart of the flower.

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People wish to travel places,
but this being with you
is all the places in one,
and your single touch
completes the journey home.

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This heavy ache inside
at dawn a wound gushing
unheard untouched unseen
with the silent scream
of a distant star

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Incarnate solitude…
heart become a bowl
welling to overflow
with the bitterness of tears

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Since I cannot pen my joy
let me pen my tears,
into the heart of solitude
let my pen weep.

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Can the world be fixed?
The silent jasmine,
The rising moon.