12/31/12

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I stare at my maker,
And wonder how to make her.
Down the kaleidoscope of perception
Perfection, untainted.
Sacred geometry of love blossoms
Into infinite petals.
We press the keys to make music
Ivory tusks of Shiva’s lovechild.
Ram Ram, we call out.
The wind answers in tongues
From the mouth of celestial rivers
Come the droplets
Full circle, squared.
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