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You have entered the now realm, the realm of eternal space. Of exploration, of enticement, of pleasure and it's promise. It is the left grasping with the right. Searching for something beyond its grasp. Open but vulnerable. It is the moment of our creation, our birth and our death happening all at once. No time, only space...

 

“SEA POPPIES” BY H.D.

amber husk

fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,

treasure

spilled near the shrub-pines

to bleach on the boulders:

your stalk has caught root

among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch-shells.

Beautiful, wide-spread,

fire upon leaf,

what meadow yields

so fragrant a leaf

as your bright leaf?