transmeditations volume 2 issue 12
1/3/1999
Washed in the water; drowned like the pages of history...
Pulled from the stones
Drawn like horses on canvas
Thoroughbreds thoroughly read
Now one can distinguish
The mounts from mountains
Muscles bursting with sweat under the sun
Climbing higher to peaks topping the sky
The power now measured with slow purposeful rhythms
Their sources now sighted
The cool rivers must run
Drop by magnificent drop
Until every life comes undone
Weighted and washed from sins lost
The souls of all will be treated as equals
When the infinity of the last star ends
(c) & (p) 1999 subconscious mind publication company
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