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August 2008 
no sign of rain
Posted on May 7th, 2007
by 
sarva
sarva
Things will change
so they can stay the same.
i, on the other hand,
holding on for dear life,
refuse to exhale for fear my next breath will be my last.
"Don't do it again!" pain says.
"Ok," i say "but can you never speak gently to me?"
And i do it again,
and again
and again.
How green is Love?
Its roots are deep in the Real,
deep enough to be real,
in spite of
love.
i, idiot
love.
Maybe,
i'm in good company.
If i love in hope of any return,
i'm a thief.
i, idiot
love
a clear blue sky
in the eye
of a storm.
so they can stay the same.
i, on the other hand,
holding on for dear life,
refuse to exhale for fear my next breath will be my last.
"Don't do it again!" pain says.
"Ok," i say "but can you never speak gently to me?"
And i do it again,
and again
and again.
How green is Love?
Its roots are deep in the Real,
deep enough to be real,
in spite of
love.
i, idiot
love.
Maybe,
i'm in good company.
If i love in hope of any return,
i'm a thief.
i, idiot
love
a clear blue sky
in the eye
of a storm.
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i cry
then cry freely,
openly.
love release.
release love.