Monday, January 03, 2011
Horn and Hooves
in the beginning, the mind was void and without form
and Capricorn bowed deeply under the sword of Orion
the night was long, like the dreams of The Creator
before loneliness and boredom drove away primordial sleep
I was ready to ride the squeeze of the womb
a mind shedding darkness
I slid, splashed by blood and amniotic fluid
into waiting embrace of winter
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Like it, taking the thoughts to the primordial regions. Never thought of it, though the concept of education and thoughts being formed, or even the character being formed, have been head of in history.
Is it your birthday today? :P
Yes sir the sword of Orion swings some to life and some to death in winter. Last night on my block it wasn't a birth.
By the by a more accurate translation of the word "was" in the Torah is became.
Always a pleasure Jason, always.
Happy New Year.
And the darkness in the world shivered, for a bright light had just entered. A soul that doesn't rest in it's drive towards grace and achievement. The world was blessed that day...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST JASON!!
:D
Wow...such imagery and style! Happy Birthday, Jason.
A wonderful poem and photo to mark a special day. Happy Birthday, Jason!
Oh it was! Belated happy birthday!
AS, the moment of creation can be big or small.
Atrisa, you got it! You unwound it from these murky words. (And not belated at all!)
Walking Man, better to be born than to be cut down.
Tab, have a wonderful new year!
Aine, you gave me a huge smile. Thank you for the wonderful day! :)
Kaye, the photo captures one of my favorite times of day. The last breaths of light.
Sere, hope you've been having a good holiday season. Thanks for the birthday wishes!
"The Birthing of a Poet" - Happy Birthday Jason. The last breath of light - makes me wonder what time of day you were born. Enjoy UR day ~.
Lee, it was deep in the night. Kind of fits, doesn't it? :) Thanks for the compliment!
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