Rock Me Gentle Ocean
Inconceivable you appear
sweet lady my mother
Your sons come home
From his long weary journey
Patience generosity
you know the story
Every last appearance
around campfires
Your silence voices
untold tales
Forgotten languages
wordless wisdom
***
My ignorance
forgive me
I never wanted to
hurt ANYONE
Please don't fade away
Your love "I" kissed
in shadows tender
Your love saved me
It's Inconceivable to be alive.
No more terror
You hold me in your arms
***
Time dances
playing on avenues unseen
My pride
All "I" see is a dream
Trickle-down faith
devotion unbroken
You answerless questions
"I" forgot love
but you recognized
"It was nothing"
you said just a glance
Your smile your joy
"I" finally listened without ears
Your waves
rock "me" gentle ocean
We are all one
***
It never was
it never began
"I" fought so hard
fixed in stone
Your heart awoke "me"
water birth
Three wise ones came unseen
"My" questions stop
while you listen
You need not know "me"
no one home
Just "my" love for you
have no doubts
For all barefoot
"I" walk without shoes
No matter how lonely
"I" am never gone
"I" am always here
never left
never came
***
Commitment together
we gather
All the tribes
gathered together as one
But in the end
your poem rises
"My" love for you
your love for all
Showed me
how lost "I" was
Yet always there
so blind was "I"
Still "I" am blind
your eyes they see
So grateful am "I"
your undying
Splashing youth
There are no
words left to say
Never were
never will be
***
Chill out love
just relax
let your flower unfold
"I" run trying
to get out of your way
Nothings fixed
no depression anxiety fear
"my" love
your love
all love
God's love
Buddha's love
all love
we blend
Empty yet appearing
Love Love Love
LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE
LOVE
***
AH AH AH
PHAT
SWAHA AMEN
LOVE WON'T DIE
SWAHA SWAHA SWAHA…
FINALLY HOME SO FAR TO GO
NO WHERE TO GO
MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB
NO NEED TO CLIMB
AH AH AH AH AH
AH AH AH AH
AH AH AH
AH AH
AH
.
ONE TASTE
***
From shooting stars and scattered flower's these empty words appeared like myst in a broken mirror, a fisherman's net was near, "David Penn Trinley Arndt" gathered what he could, sand flowing through fingers, what remains in word is written here not by "me" but by the one who needs no words, no ears to hear, no eyes to see, silence, silence, silence...... Spontaneous unfolding spring of stillness, tears, flowers, stars, not far or near, no hope, no fear, no more tears.....
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