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Foam on the Waves

How can a story Float up from nothing? Or are stories always born From other stories? Thoughts - orphaned children Foam on the waves Bubbles of busyness. But beware! You stand before an angel Or a diaphanous demon. Making us healers Or killers. Thoughts are radiant ions Dualistic shuttles Weaving illusion Out of pure light Arising from nothing Returning to nothing And in between Signifying the world. So raid the unknown Love the womb Not just the baby And let the power of nothing Reveal everything.

Stephen Fulder

August 2012

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