jayivan

Friday, April 30, 2010

be the spring grass, soft,
supple, beneath the body
radiant with faith

posted by jayivan at 3:11 pm

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mountains spew whiteâ€”
mornings burst from the nightâ€”
eyes launch into flight

posted by jayivan at 4:02 pm

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it’s just an outline:
a hint beneath thin fabric
of forms to undress

posted by jayivan at 6:58 am

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A trace of meâ€”
in all things I come to see
a mirror streamâ€”

posted by jayivan at 7:01 am

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this week I grew sick
of bickering, just enough,
to call it a cold

posted by jayivan at 11:21 am

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