City Of Reprieve

Déjà Vu

Odyssey Of Love
Take The Journey

City Of Reprieve

City of life, city of death,
a city of reprieve between them.
City of life, the city of Penn,
a reprieve from death in the city of Jefferson.
A gift a prophetic vision in time,
darkness focused into a narrow beam,
dilating the black retinas of my eyes,
a window of day with the night seeping in.

I stop to sit in the twilight,
in the old colonial downtown opened-air mall.
A secret place that these two cities share.
I am frozen in a moment of time,
my mind is split like an atom,
alive in two separate places,
in two separate times of my life
at the same time,
beyond Déjà Vu.
The same bench, the same season,
a summer day in the middle of winter.
Siamese twins
their cobblestone and bricked streets,
the heart of two cities.
Half my life has passed, yet in this moment
I am sure I never left, though many years have passed.
I know without a doubt you are out there, too, waiting.
In the city of reprieve you are there,
so many times we have passed, unknowingly,
the city we share in our hearts
in the secret emotional longing of our minds.
I am sure we do the same things,
walking into the Asian furniture shops,
stopping for a mocha or a cappuccino, compellingly.
Soul mates, my secret sister twin, unnoticed
by the multitudes,
a light of kindness, wisdom, and sensuality,
aloof amidst those who cannot perceive
the karma of our distant waiting love.
love of reprieve, awaiting,
touching our hearts, simultaneously,
breaking the reason of time, liberatingly.
A flood overwhelming our exile of obscurity, unnoticed,
in a massive ocean of self-centered society.
We have not seen the city of death.
The city of reprieve we share,
the vision of your life lives on in me,
my sweet angel,
we will one day meet there.

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Odyssey The Gypsy
China The Odyssey

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Red October Maples in November

Déjà Vu

Odyssey Of Love
Take The Journey

Red October Maples in November
For Elyse

In the distance 
I could hear the auctioneer chanting,
it began softly in the distance,
rolling words above the wind.
When did he begin?
Did he know he was selling away
the pieces of my heart?

Ravens and crows were talking today,
they were those who were bidding,
they were bidding with
my sorrows, tears and fears.
In that moment I could feel the seasons change.

The dead leaves on the plants in the vegetable garden
hung limp from the freeze.
It was apparent that I would hunger 
for the freshness of their yield.

Perhaps my heart too
had been touched by the frost
of love leaving and love lost
love turned to limp leaves
withering away
love that turned bitter
and a love going away.

A raven came to me.
The auction had ended.
He was the bidder who purchased.
He would be my new friend.
Some how I know my life
Would never be the same

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Odyssey The Gypsy
Sunrise Of The Gypsy

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