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[title] => Meditation On a Silent Run Way
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[bodytext] => Birds no longer leave these grounds. Years have broken stray rocks from Omniscient run ways paved slick of natural land. On star lit nights there I would stand and free my soul. Darkness all around me… A city skyline deep in the distance However so far as to not be heard. No sounds of city busses or tree leaves rustling Not a buzz of insects about or dogs howling at the night. Only a persistent wind growling over the land. Here my thoughts reached into the universe. Each deep breath I took of air Extended my mind with boundaries beyond my time. Energy strains spun round me and darted into galaxies Pulling my fingtips along my hand. Earth rattling I was immersed instated and cured A buoyant reality cased where I stood reclined Open meditative power I found Replaced agonies towering sound A face bestowed me spectral sight. Knitting all seems together My body would stare. This was my place of peace In Every direction eyes revealed A dark silent ground given Endless run ways now crippled and forgotten. It was there my Mind saw visions so that I might comprehend. My heart made a metaphysical decision New life, True wisdom must send. And from that night I would care. -Scott E Buttross Copyright ©2004 Scott E Buttross [comments] => 3 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 21 [informant] => scottbuttross [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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