The White Star

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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




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

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