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chibá yu yatimehad been there, & the beauty & the light chibá yu ya white steps to a pool of clear blue water with a woman who splashed crystal raindrops & who loved me sadly as if far far away oh abáya oh shibáyu & the white paths led in every way to broad white staircases up & down, throughout the gardens, under the clear blue & violet skies, where all the young women walked in violet robes, & blue, & bright spring green & gray chibá yu ya li, li abáya one walked by, her brown disinterested eyes arest in my mind & i followed her, tho she never turned my way, & the others watched as we passed — the one with flowing hair who waited by the sea, the one who sang from a tree perched in the sky — & i followed her to a temple door where i made a simple prayer an offering: chibá yu ya chibá ah chi bá & time was forever & time was now & in the rose garden i found another, beautiful & brooding in the shade of a fragile white, wooden lattice, rubbing petals thru small gentle fingers & gazing to the distant wind, where all things pass oh la oh abáya & time slipped by before i'd thought to count the days the years the centuries & i fade while they survive, as they sing of love & loss abáya alone chibá yu ya eternal chibá yu ya chi bá (C) 2/17/98 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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