You who know what easeful arms
Silence winds about the dead,
Or what far-swept music charms
Hearts that were earth-wearied;
You who know – if aught be known
In that everlasting Hush
Where the life-born years are strewn,
Where the eyeless ages rush, –
Tell me, is it conscious rest
Heals the whilom hurt of life?
Or is Nirvana undistressed
E’en by memory of strife?
by THOMAS RUNCIMAN (1841-1909)
Public Domain Poetry
Thank you, Kasey, for such an amazing experience! Will you dance with me again?
I’m like water. Water of life… Water of death… I’m just flowing and dissolving all that I meet. While you float into eternity in the currents of time, I’m the rocks beneath the surface. Silent, worn and still. I’m singing, I’m dancing, I’m playing with a pebble. I’m tickling your rocky heels and smoothing your rough pleats. Shadows waving over us as the wind dances with the tall grass along the shore, taming the sun’s heat. Earth’s ballet going unnoticed. It’s going unnoticed… We are involved in our dance. A passionate bolero is whirling us. A dance of Water and Stone. All other things don’t make sense. Hear the sounds of a soothing melody, so lovely and bright. Guiding us towards desires held tight. Somebody says that it’s a battle. A wave was broken, a rock was bitten… But it is only silly tattle. Moving to the rhythm of the currents, we’ve danced our way downstream. Polished enough to reflect her beauty back at her, we drift, soaked in moonlight. The rhythm becomes faster… the song becomes free… the brilliant variations, the giddy pirouettes. Enchanted moon looks down on our silhouettes. Spiraling into eternity, the sound echos through and through. Giving the greatest view, our movements were laid down within the stars…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & KASEY STAFFORD (aka BASICAUDIO)
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