bright pink flowers, staring 'til they blur - my mind quiets
Blur [Haiku]
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A stone dog guards the temple gate with dead, but bulging, eyes. And gargoyles mount a stern defense from the cathedral spires. But what's a mounted mask to do to keep evil at bay? And what's the flash of fu dog teeth to end a vicious fray? And what would lead me to assume that evil lies outside, when your greeter is pure ugliness with wild and crazy eyes?
with each breath and each step you feel yourself merge with the world pulling the outside in pressing into the planet each breath brings oxygen used by Buddha or Socrates grit granules that were part of mighty mountains press into your flesh or become your bones the world flows through you as you flow through the world
a city of the dead tunneled under the living, awaiting the flip, a shift in who's who -the living & the dead, -the dead & the living -the alive and the existent -the living dead & those dying alive all jumbled together in a sea of inhumanity, tumbling past each other, scrambling for humanity - for the breath of life, for life in a breath the musty scent of decay in the living city was the first sign... those in the necropolis smelled flowery scents -- clean and bright -- and found those fragrant perfumes as revolting as the living found the rot stench in the brief time it took to become acclimated to the stink, all found themselves in the churn, struggling for more of something they didn't understand