The choice was always ours
To be food for words
Or food for the great
White bird of Mind
Whose mysterious flight
Is the living silent future
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THE WHITE STAR
.
The white star in my heart
Is mirrored high above.
You enter like the moon
And fill the room with love.
We sit like breathing stars
And give each other faith.
We know the new world’s here
We are this light past death.
The falsity dissolves
You’re standing bright and new
The stillness fills with love.
Our eyes were always true.
This white song of our love
Is filled with endless blue.
Alone, the stillness rings
It sings when I’m with you
.
Neil Oram
Pic Claire Palmer and Pre-historic Cave Painters