Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Meditative New Found Glory

white black white black white black
white white black white black
extentions of the hands pressing in and
letting go
resonation, overtones, reverb, echos
cross my heart and close
my eyes are soft focus now, drying slowly
looking further
longing, floating into space
filled with Amazing Grace
there is nothing in the room
there is no room
there is no
only the breathing and sighing of the melodic monster
rolling and easing under my hands
soft cold ivory under soft warm fingertips
physical, molding and mixing to emotional
sensations of pleasurable durations of
resonating overtones and reverberating echos
building, agitated and booming, faster and louder
and harder and longer
and louder and longer,
sweating and beating
and never blinking
joyous and bursting
from within, explosions of yellow happiness and orange 
volumes of pure sticky sweet radiance
and then the shift
eyes shifting, muting, falling
so quiets the mind and the heart and the body
and the joy turns to contentment 
and peace, slow, soft, 
never ending peace

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