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Strident Voices


Strident voices fill the room,
Stripped of reason, dripping gloom;
In the yard among the ashes
Lie three shattered window sashes.
Mention them enough, they say,
And you’ll turn the night to day.
Later on when winter’s over
And the fields are white with clover,
And our conversations rust
(As we knew they surely must),
Maybe then the world will see
Everyone in chains set free.

 
 

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Later

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A colorful street, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México, February 2014
 


safe amid shadows
pilgrim mind does not play tricks—
later truth will come

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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