"dwell in possibility" emily dickeinson
leaving one's favorite crystals at the edge
of a cliff requires both an act of faith
and surrender to not knowing
which way the winds will blow
in the dream there was no wind
just men in baseball caps
out for themselves
looking and picking up
crystals i had laid down
in the moonlight
the night before
i screamed, "hey,
those are not yours
you have not reached
the beauty cave"
the magic of crystals
can only be understood
by those who know what
it means to live with little clothes
and be happy--full well knowing
the heat of any one crystal
jumps off the chakras
revealing the wheel had been cooked
just enough heat moving in clock wise fashion
so there won't be any magic for you
just temporary sensation--and as i would
guess--you picked up a few of the shiniest ones
and flung them out to sea--
stomped in the woods
still, with a heart hungry
and a soul heading for empty
Kate Lamberg
12/31/12
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