A GUST OF WIND.

P O E T R Y   / THE HOLY GHOST.

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The Dust Of A Kind,

Settled In The Mind,

A Ghost of the kind,

A Guess I Sure Find,

I Try To Understand,

Is It Partical Of  Sand,

The Dust Is The Ghost,

Or The Ghost Is The Dust,

The Guest Is The Dust,

Or The Dust Is The Ghost!

Like A Whirlwind,

It Tries To Me Bind,

In The Tentacles Hard,

Of The So Giddy A Kind,

But When The Mind Stops,

For A Tiny Second,

What I See,

For So Long A Moment,

I'm The Guest,

I'm The Ghost,

I'm The Wind,

I'm The Host!

Though I Know,

Though I See,

I Split Myself So,

In The Seer And The Seen!

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At Satdhara,