BC POETRY

British Columbia's modern master of mystic and romantic verse, Lawrence Hearn, with mp3 audio poetry and digital photos from super natural British Columbia

Friday, March 28, 2014

floating




floating

floating bridges, floating docks
floating blossoms, floating rocks
floating people nearby space
floating flavours, floating taste -
things we know but cannot see
the air,  the thoughts and feelings we
pass between our floating minds
moments float in ocean time -
I know you know I know you
you know I know the being who
we're becoming when we touch
telepathic fingers much
more than egos set apart
when we are one in mind and heart -
floating dreams in plasma space
it's not empty as we race
from solar system to beyond
light no longer is a bond -
Sirius, Arcturus, Rigel too
floating in and out of view
we keep floating deep within
always moving as we spin -
moments float in ocean time
pass between our floating minds
thoughts and feelings all that we
think we know but cannot see -
I know you know I know you
you know I know the being who
we're becoming when we touch
telepathic fingers much
more than egos set apart
when we're one in mind and heart -

orig 2011

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

fading




fading

wind, our friend, the air in motion
through the roses by the ocean
through arbutus growing amber
reflecting morning Sun on sand the
ripples on the bay parading
water kissing air then fading
back to troughs and down deep under
sea is one with air, a wonder -
a miracle, each separate being
evaporates into sky seeing
clouds condense from ocean soaring
high above, the ocean pouring
into the bay with tidal power
the ocean mother's rising hour
flowing onto shore submerging
what was exposed by far Moon's urging -
Sun as well in space connected
unseen we face the unexpected
electric currents flowing fiercely
penetrating atoms pierce the
space between in plasma ocean
electric force in cosmic motion
electric thoughts, electric feelings
every day in all our dealings -
with all we meet with all our touching
unseen and seen we're very much in
harmony, in chaos teeming
we even touch when we are dreaming -
asleep, awake it doesn't matter
inside our minds and when we chatter
wind, our friend, the air in motion
through the roses by the ocean
through arbutus growing amber
reflecting morning Sun on sand the
ripples on the bay parading
water kissing air then fading -

orig 2007

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