another day
under an
unconditioned sun
& we drift
unthinkable
fresh air (rising)
invents another sun (not the same)
a white wind blows over
transitions away from time
cold collective mind
& the search for
rapidly returning present
gravity
the distance between
walking & a string
not the same in
lavender as in circles
(pigments of our dreams &
thought revolutions)
eucalyptus
fog
slow groove of
Sunday morning nirvana
like echoes of underwater gold
are these fools who repeat the music—
completely irrational myths of
form & chaos & future?
retain nothing
in hopes of
highest perfection
The Used Life 
10 responses to “Sunday Morning Nirvana”
A breath of fresh Nirvana 💛
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That’s what I was hoping for. Thank you. ✌🏻💙
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The last stanza is incredible. I love what you are saying here. And you have such an original voice in saying it.
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Thank you! I am happy you feel that way.
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I agree with other commenter up there ^. I loved that last bit. I’m currently reading a book about various hypothesis regarding the nature of Time, and this poem kinda reminded me of a section.
Loving the image you’ve posted along with it, too!
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Thank you so much. Sounds like an interesting book. I haven’t read much about the nature of time–that is, beyond what some poets and other thinkers I admire have to say about it in passing.
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Not sure how I missed these lovely lines two weeks ago, but I am happy to be reading them now.
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Thank you! And I’m glad you are reading them now. 🙂 Have a great weekend!
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Such a wonderfully written piece.
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Thank you very much.
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