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I will inhabit a dreaming starfish
and without senses
conjure a world of spirit
I think a starfish best
would know where heaven stands
I will extend my pentacle arms
and feel like a compass
where the final magnet guides me:
to infinite metal gates and a core
of molten platinum
brighter than light
I think my spirit flies without
vision scent and sound
and only knows to drift
towards sun-like warmth
of bursting radiance
I will abandon my human
and drift in pulsing echoes
through nothingness
I think I've found my home
amidst waves that
Surge over me
in gentle nuzzles
and warm hugs,
that wrap me
like mother's blankets
and father's arms
and without senses
conjure a world of spirit
I think a starfish best
would know where heaven stands
I will extend my pentacle arms
and feel like a compass
where the final magnet guides me:
to infinite metal gates and a core
of molten platinum
brighter than light
I think my spirit flies without
vision scent and sound
and only knows to drift
towards sun-like warmth
of bursting radiance
I will abandon my human
and drift in pulsing echoes
through nothingness
I think I've found my home
amidst waves that
Surge over me
in gentle nuzzles
and warm hugs,
that wrap me
like mother's blankets
and father's arms
Literature
Gaze
You're a bright strange flower
in my garden of spoiled salted soil.
Why did you bloom here in this,
Your almost fantasy, my dear your precious.
Hard to bare this sick affair.
All that stirs alive in me
all that was buried becomes unearthed.
and what was never there twists and turns and births your curse, I'm cursed...
I watch you wither away,
away from me and my world of grey.
I plead I beg, please stay!
keep me mesmerized, keep me lost in your gaze.
Oh well my strange strange flower, keep me as a memory, keep me as a sparkle in your eye.
Literature
Focus.
Focus.
Drawing the eye
to the still
Heart.
Tip
of the pencil,
of the finger,
drawing,
writing,
typing
And the words,
Unblurred
sense.
Polar coordinate of my sphere:
Throat
and four o’clock
of the crown;
Lips would kiss
sullen smile
to unhappy joy.
Seamus.
Literature
Stay
Surrounding chaos
Unseen revers'd battlefield.
Choose to not come home.
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This is so beautiful. I think a starfish is a clever metaphor for the relationship between basic instincts and spirituality, or finding inner light, one's experiences reduced to essentials in meditation. A starfish is also a sort of a living pentacle as you point out - and they do say the points of a pentacle refer to the four limbs and the head of a magician.