poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Tadasana, The Mountain
Hands together as if in prayer Standing tall silent and unmovable on solid foundation We reach up, stretching... Seeking the skies in Heliotropic desire of our beloved Sol as once did the floors beneath us in parental forests. [11/27/01]
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