Changes

November 21st, 1973 at 10:33 am by Rastaban (Once, Poetry)

Feel the changing changing seasons
Changing days changing minutes
Taking sharing our scattered feelings
From the moment to the moment

Feel the pushing pulsing wind
Blowing through the turning morning
Bringing light and bringing shade
To feed our hearts on changing change

Now feel the newborn blushing moments
Each arising from the changes
Touch the feelings in our hearts
Grasp the changing love that comes

Between the coming and the going
Know the blowings of the moment
Fit the changes with the minutes
Share the minutes as they change

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The Lesson

November 10th, 1973 at 10:32 am by Rastaban (Once, Poetry)

With every movement and every eager word
she made me feel how wrong it was
not to love this simple world.
Not to feel that when the trees were swaying,
I was swaying too,
that when the blackbird flocks were soaring
between the clouds,
I was soaring too.

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