Spellmeister II

SPELLMEISTER II

Exhausted
Lets go words
Lets go all images

In vivid silence
String quartets
Sprout pirouettes

Free of intent
Dances and teases
Patterns born of chaos

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The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

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Posted on September 4, 2018, in Poetry and tagged Awareness, Beauty, Being, Chaos, Dancing, Imagination, Silence, Words. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

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Betty Hayes Albright | September 5, 2018 at 6:09 am

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- Ben Naga | October 19, 2018 at 4:49 pm
  
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revolutionarymusings | September 5, 2018 at 8:43 pm

Great poem; I love it

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- Ben Naga | September 6, 2018 at 2:55 pm
  
  Thank you very much. 🙂
  
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Thomas Davis | September 10, 2018 at 9:35 pm

Out of chaos order rises

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- Ben Naga | October 19, 2018 at 5:00 pm
  
  Like Siamese twins.
  
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Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."

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