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sparrow swirl

 

 

Every thing in the universe
and in the interior self
atoms and electrons, revolving move

Each one dance partner aware
of the movement of the other
even in relation to the whole

In macro- microcosm
a constant ritual sacrifice goes on
a process of evolving into a higher self

A constant turning and churning
of spiraling processions of spangled heavens
in the emptiness of space

From love they come
to love they go
this whirligig of infinite stars
driven by the Love’s attraction

It is the demiurge that moves
the world entire in swings and cycles
from the whirling of a satellite
to a sparrow’s swirl.

Dr. Madan Gandhi

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free bird….

sparrow and sun
” A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. ” Dr. Maya Angelou

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sparrow among pink

We pray to make it whole,
tip the world on edge and
follow the trail home, singing.
Our voices carry into the future,
our brief language
a migration of words
slow voice of mountains,
wondering voice of caribou, wind
blown seed, all the
lost languages wandering
through centuries,
drifting, every year
the grasses return, the birds
begin to sing,
the sky clears and
we can see forever.

Gary Lawless
Poet

 

 

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On the Road

sparrow listening

 

Although they have tightly bound my arms and legs,
All over the mountain I hear the songs of birds,
And the forest is filled with the perfume of spring-flowers.
Who can prevent me from freely enjoying these.
Which take from the long journey a little of its loneliness?

Ho Chi Minh

http://www.thenation.com/article/ho-chi-minh-prison-diary

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sparrow purple

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medicine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back.

Rumi was a 13th century Sufi mystic.

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sparrow nest 2

Birds,nest in my arms,

on my shoulders, behind my knees,

between my breasts there are quails,

and they must think I’m a tree.

The swans think i am a fountain,

they all come down and drink when i talk,

when sheep pass, they pass over me

and perched on my fingers the sparrows eat,

and ants think I’m the earth,
and men think i am nothing.

Gloria Fluertes

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Sometimes

Ahh…..this  is well with my soul

 

bird flys against the wind

 

Sometimes, when a bird cries out,
Or the wind sweeps through a tree,
Or a dog howls in a far off farm,
I hold still and listen a long time.

My soul turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, and were my brothers.

My soul turns into a tree,
And an animal, and a cloud bank.
Then changed and odd it comes home
And asks me questions. What should I reply?

Herman Hess

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