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Poetry: Oneness Within This Multiverse

Updated on October 2, 2013
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Another world above the bamboo ceiling of "this world"The realization that my life span could be compared to the cherry blossoms.The winding path of life sometimes shaded, sometimes rough.Waterfall that no one sees the depths of
Another world above the bamboo ceiling of "this world"
Another world above the bamboo ceiling of "this world" | Source
The realization that my life span could be compared to the cherry blossoms.
The realization that my life span could be compared to the cherry blossoms. | Source
The winding path of life sometimes shaded, sometimes rough.
The winding path of life sometimes shaded, sometimes rough. | Source
Waterfall that no one sees the depths of
Waterfall that no one sees the depths of | Source

I heard a voice from a distant plane

And found a piece of death hidden in my mane.

I dreamed a dream that no one could see.

I lived a life that was never meant to be.

Who I am is a question that no one knows.

It is something that can’t even be answered by me.

Years go by as I walk this realm;

And even though everything changes, it is all still parallel.

Many have flowed in and out of this river essence,

But none have stayed in the depths for long.

Except for one that listened to the sound of my tap dancing misery...

Holding it close to that vibrant flash of brilliant heart.

Only the rhythm of both beats and the knowledge of each other’s agony

Kept everything from terribly falling apart.

Thunder and lightning at the core of our romance

Fulfill that primal energy inside that connects us as kindred spirits.

We’ve gone so long trying to hide our true selves

When there was no need to be so brave.

The voice I heard was your urge all along;

Your piece of death fits into mine like the perfect song.

We share a dream that none know of, or wish to be,

A distant world that is only for the wild creatures... you and me.


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Lake Michigan. Finally giving me a sense of peace.Lightning strike at nightGnarled tree hiding its true beautiful natureAnimal skulls in odd shop; Our death pieces :)Violet and indigo skies to another world; A dream world.
Lake Michigan. Finally giving me a sense of peace.
Lake Michigan. Finally giving me a sense of peace. | Source
Lightning strike at night
Lightning strike at night | Source
Gnarled tree hiding its true beautiful nature
Gnarled tree hiding its true beautiful nature | Source
Animal skulls in odd shop; Our death pieces :)
Animal skulls in odd shop; Our death pieces :) | Source
Violet and indigo skies to another world; A dream world.
Violet and indigo skies to another world; A dream world. | Source

© 2012 Christine Buenemann

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      Maree Michael Martin 5 years ago from Northwest Washington on an Island

      A very beautiful poem with awesome pictures. Way to go!

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Hmmmm...not quite so dark this time. Is that significant or accidental? :) Whatever the reason I liked this one the best of all your work.

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      Christine Buenemann 5 years ago from Saint Louis, Mo

      I was a bit more reflective on this poem. It was a very spiritual experience for me. I'm in the middle of a transition right now. I just wanted to show how much I am grateful to have my boyfriend here to support me.

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