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wind tending
the lonely trees
too tall to reach
a few visits here
and there are clouds
birds the music
played by the wind
kissed by the sun
caressed by rain they
get more attention
– without moving –
some of us do
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky is the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off before
the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
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strength coming
and going as some
one visiting me
in fact living
somewhere else
faith that I wish
as the largest
boulder not
to be moved
away
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now I know
it is worries
that separate
me from you
dark lines
in-creasing
may dissipate
as smoke at dusk
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decades later I would
get the privilege to enter
a catholic church at night
overseeing the sea on
top of a hill beautifully
decorated dark inside
after hours I felt
honored to be able to
observe and absorb
what really that was all
about to walk by the votive
candles pick up the consumed
ones and replace them
my new unlit ones such
beautiful neatness
to read the album of
prayers just before
the altar and wish
each one to be met
faithfulness fulfilled
people to be elevated
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the search window.
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a petal can lead to
an expanse of flowers
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of poetry and lightness
surprisingly colored
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to an internal suburban world
projecting me with telescopic
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vision towards the earth I who
believe to be above it
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within not yet under
I who believe and know no more
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I who believe ever more that
I am and nothing else matters
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who loves to live an atom
at a time my own explosion
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(translated by Bonnie Mcclellan-Broussard. The original version and the AUDIO versions to both the Italian and English poems can be found at http://wp.me/phPCu-If)
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