Music of the spheres

Sphere Lyrical Satirical

Lyrical Satirical Sphere

Satirical Sphere Whimsical

Sphere Whimsical

Political

Sphere Physical

Miracle

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With gravitas, love, love, love

This poem should be read slowly

Slowly

More slowly now

Slow real down

For this single word

Surreal slow

Slow now

With gravitas

And concentration

Pursed lips

Rasping throat

Breathe

Breathe again

Again breathe

Settle

Oxygenate the root canal

Feel the solar plexus

Begin to give birth

Give birth

Birth to a word

A word from the tomb of time

Relax, oh Frankie, relax

Obliterate all your other thoughts

Clear space, no space, anyplace

Slowly

Slow

Down low

Low

With gravitas

Conscious of the consequence

Memories of resonance

Give

Give birth

Birth to love

Love

Love, love, love

Love

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Destruction disruption

 Vesuvius
Molten rocks
For swollen scars

Eruptions

Disruptions for woken souls

Madagascar

Fallen stocks

For open stars

Corruptions

Disruptions for spoken calls

Ayres rock

Risen shock

For shaman shahs

Expulsions

Disruptions for fallen walls

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Rothko at the Tate

Maroon and Grey

Meditation Way

Babes to Stay

Tantric Play

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Setting simple preparations

Distraction; rise early in the morning

Without outward conversation

Conversing in silence, in prayer

Minds in a meditative clean slate state

Washed by our own meandering

Centred, entering nothingness, not loss

Making space for some other, another’s message

Making space for some other, another’s invitation

Making space and ambiance to surround you

Clear mind for to think, think clear thoughts through

Think without sinking down to the inner depths

Or climbing false escalations, or wieldy expectations

Setting simple preparations

To raise a tide on an even keel

Not stealing another’s visualisations

Except for some that share the cross

But it does’t need to be religions

And it does not necessarily mean faith

What it is that I am after

Is not to be led, not led nor fed, by distraction

To derive salvation, discovering inner satisfaction

From doubt without to an inner clarity of vision

A lucidity returning, thoughts thought that I’d lost

Brooding for another’s group I’m now removing

Wood shedding this blessing I’m smoothly grooving

How, you know, watch me let my best friend grow

How, let my friend remember, let go, for to grow

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