Geoffrey

Open

The year's end

   gateless gate

   pass through

   fire & light

   colours vibrant

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Lost to itself

These words  that tumble from   my mouth as malformed gargoyles     of hurt and pain        are not me   nor do they speak       of what                      I am   Allow them to simply  fall on the ground   like raindrops   They are not intended   to be held, or kept in    glass cases like some       exhibit in a museum of                wrongs They are simply evidence   of a small mind     that is lost       to itself
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The Fraud

I am not what you see
I am not what you feel I am
I am not what you think I am
For I
        am the fraud

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Thanks

Thank you.
thank you for all your continued support
for all your help
for all your guidance
for all your reflections

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Edges

Take me to My edges That sharp place Where My Wings Begin To Unfurl Where my Senses snap And the Universe Is fluid That place Where connection Is a given And the co-creating nature Of all things Is experienced in Every single atom of my blood And that flow of blood and breath and skin and bone Is alive and pinned to The vortex Of the unknowable. Take me To My Edges Where form is transparent And formless Take me to My edges So that my blood Merges and is devoured By this land In perfect rhythm With the beat of The empty heart And the joy of this Homecoming To this tribe of one Rings like the Sunday morning Church bells of my youth Those Bronze shards of sound That scoured the air and Burnt the alleys and paths Clear and clean again Take Me To my edges Where I...
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I Am Here

I am here to love To love myself To love where I keep Finding myself, Stumbling into My truth Each moment Each breath Each non-breath To love where I find Myself sitting next to me On this train or in that bus Travelling else wise To love myself begging At the road side To love myself where I find me reflected in the depth Of your eyes. To love myself in the hands holding each other To love myself in that tear as it starts its journey from eye to ocean to cloud to rain to tear To love myself reflected in the stillness of the pool To love myself as a child's breath on the mother's skin To love myself with that crazy, gentle, tender, insane fragility of life. and in all of this insanity I gaze, the lover, the loved and the beloved into that eternity of this. thank...
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Monday Morning

Your words Soft as rabbits fur Gentle, searching Fear-full, afraid Shivering In the cold, nakedness Of their own truths Eye lights Telling that Deeper Older History Of our Knowing Those dreams are But lost Steps On this Pilgrimage To That Final Re-uni-on That Moment of Re-t-urn Of Re-mem-be-rance That Embrace
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