Ariel the Gypsy Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Ninth Day

Today is the last day of the fourth year of the third millenium if you are where I am standing right now and you believe in such things. Otherwise, have a nice time wherever you are... or aren't.

We are gypsies in this life... here for a time and then gone.

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My friend Jackdaw knows all about time. She explains it in great detail here: http://buter.blogspot.com/2004/12/time-out.html

Snake in the Grass Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Eighth Day

To know you is to love you...

With every flick of this forked tongue
I taste you
But first the air
And then the heat
That is you
To know you

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Twisted Into Being Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Seventh Day

On the seventh day
A thing between the earth and sky
Twisted into being

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Daisies Mark the Spot Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Sixth Day

Crumpled crust beneath
Sends winter waves racing on
Daisies mark the spot

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Tiny Whole of Experience Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Fifth Day

Literature is our oculus on the world; we write what we know or can imagine as it is sifted through the tiny whole of our experience.

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Epiphany Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Fourth Day

e·piph·a·ny A revelatory manifestation of a divine being

I Am Clay

I am clay
And on a wheel I spin

And with each cycle
That I turn
I learn another thing
About the potter

Clay am I
I spin and on a wheel

And another thing I learn
About the potter
With each cycle
That I turn

Am I Clay?
Or did I turn into the potter
On a cycle
When I learned another thing?

And the potter
And the clay
Are one

And the cycle
On a circle
Is done

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Donna Lynn's Sunset Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Third Day

To be remembered is the highest honor...

One day
About sunset
Donna Lynn transcended space and time

Once there
The sky was set ablaze
She danced with the sun

Once gone
There were no stars for a while
There was no moon for a while
All was dark for a while

And then
Around danced the sun with Donna Lynn
And though she could not touch down
Our souls she stirred again

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Lost In Sea Change Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The Second Day

A river found itself

A river found itself
Lost in sea change
And begins to end
In consummation

Once within the whole
Without a self
Destruction begat creation

A sea found itself
A river lost
And changed the ending
Beginning another story

Once the two were whole
Without a self
The river was renewed
The sea changed

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New Day Copyright © 2004 Stan Crocker

The First Day

Today is the first day ...
How do you connect to the world?
Launch a filament... see if it takes hold
Reveal a part of yourself

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