The river flows uphill.
\nIt isn’t magic.
\nMagic is when it flows downhill.<\/p>\n
The arrow of time is pierced
\nby eternity<\/p>\n
The man hanging is
\nthe soul
\nawakened.<\/p>\n
The milk girl is dancing
\nThe “Cotten-Eyed Joe”
\non the gym floor of the mind
\nunderneath which the oceans of the Cosmos
\nSplash applause and awake our Suns.
\nOn the head of a pin, spinning,
\nshe offers distance
\nheaven’s wooden bowl.<\/p>\n
Living is<\/em> easy.<\/p>\n And the Lady of our feet Below the willowed valley’s flowery eyes Every time one of its olive branches whispers \u00a92009 Stephen Pickering<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The river flows uphill. It isn’t magic. Magic is when it flows downhill. The arrow of time is pierced by eternity The man hanging is the soul awakened. The milk girl is dancing The “Cotten-Eyed Joe” on the gym floor … Continue reading
\nwashes the expression
\nof how things shalt be
\nfrom the Skull’s dead head
\nwith the Water of Life.<\/p>\n
\nsee without looking
\nreach without moving
\nteach without speaking,
\nand love without thinking.<\/p>\n
\nthe secret of secrets into the Mediterranean breeze,
\na new life is born of virgin birth,
\ntranscendently, through the middle of the true cross,
\nthe heart.<\/p>\n