A collection of haiku written and published over the last three years. In the tradition of sacred minimalism, the reading is held by a musical score with a duration of a single minute. All forms resolve to silence. All silence resolves to form. http://bit.ly/poetillusion https://soundcloud.com/sing-the-body-electric-888304354
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old tree my gurui see i am what you arewe are this momentDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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now sometimes i feeli am a marvelous childall is possibleDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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upon each footfall again heard felt forgotten no further, arrivedDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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the anesthetistspeaks each step to be takensurrender to peaceDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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returning to bedi look at thoughts like sounds passthen time falls gentlyDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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beautiful peoplewalking smiling energy my restorationDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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my cat knows me wellstares into eyes and hugs armwhat comfort for usDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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just now was thinkingthat all thought is imaginedthat one, this one, tooDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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without a care nowi forget to rememberwhat has bothered meDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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an anesthetistadministers nothing knownnow waking againDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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this close eyed world hereall sounds and feeling presentsummer heat gentleDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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seeking inner roadthrough winding passage of pastdiscovered nothingDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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many words cast spellsagitate charm the bodythen gone before seenDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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body quiet rest mind settles and loses selfborders open tooDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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all sound surrounds mespatial decay birth passingall is harmonyDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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with a silent mindall is unfolding with graceeffortless presentDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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old tree my guruimperturbable presencefeelings and whispersDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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the calendar turnsanother other somethingbetter unknowingDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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now, what to do nextperhaps wait and see what comesis it always this?De către The Poetry of Illusion
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inner voice whisperssounds like spoken outer voicewhich i never hearDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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did someone speak nowi do not know them one bityet they speak to meDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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imagining pastall seems open to rendernew old memoryDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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mind in time somewherehere there before to come nowbody tingles thoughtDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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walking without goalworld reveals infinite graceand offers its handDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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silent sun warms mearms and face turned reveriewhat gentle pleasuresDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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a known boundarybetween my words and your wordscannot be found hereDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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on waking from sleepworld's barely formed potentialnow all wakes with meDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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old tree my guruwinks gentle encouragementsever silent sourceDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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this silent world full sound smell endearing raptureall rising in airDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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a thousand worlds riseeach briefly held and then lostdrifting through days pastDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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tabula rasabut free from even this thoughtstill heart clear view freeDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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i ask who am iprocess form thing or no thingno answer heard hereDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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the warm wind rushingno centre no boundary passed nothing but thisDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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old tree my guruyou will outlast the long dayin this your reposeDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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a simple plan hereis to have no plan at allall unfolds to planDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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tasting symphonyresolving an inversionin this sweet momentDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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is who hears this soundthe same as who thinks these thoughtsalways here silentDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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held softly by lightremembering all that passedgratitude fills meDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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old tree my guruin this silent communionlisten to my heartDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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a divine voice singsthen rendered in bits and bytesreconstitutedDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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the divine wind blowsthe mind and senses gentlepeace beyond knowingDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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all worldly things hereare imaginings in spaceno form need applyDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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take a moment pleaseto pause and listen and breatheall is now well hereDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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this light is dancingupon brief reflected timegone but never goneDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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pointing beyond wordsare the very words themselvesmany handsome clothesDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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forgot what you saidand then forgot what i saidlaughter forgettingDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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cat leaps in cold airwhat can't be known is for whathe will not tell meDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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no hidden rooms herenothing ever off limitsI thought otherwiseDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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old tree my gurunot known by thought or conceptalways heard by heartDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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listen to silenceall is still and rested herereborn unboundedDe către The Poetry of Illusion
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