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Oh Come

Oh Come

By susan marie loehePublished 6 years ago 1 min read

Emmanuel,

the intention was

to crack the egg of the mind,

to flight a Phoenix :

the eternal flame

illumination.

There is no other Guru beyond you,

and you are me.

We'd better chill our stepping

so death can open an eye.

One can give up

attempting to erase

that invisible door.

The world only a window

through which we can see the sun,

a golden opportunity becoming

understood by the painter

who stands before the blank canvas

of the inner self.

To the Healers

that are wounded

in their early understanding

that there is no end:

knowledge Gnostic

a righteous explanation

on flow and movement,

the emotion a surrender,

flow is defined by stasis.

There is a wind shining

on the turning blades.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

susan marie loehe

everything is Art, Art is Everything.

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    Written by susan marie loehe