HUẾ VÀ EM - NYNY NGUYỄN - Piano Version

GLTG TRĂNG VỀ THÔN DÃ - NHƯ QUỲNH.mp3

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Tất Cả Hoặc Không Là Gì Cả - Cao Thái Sơn (LINH HƯƠNG LUZ COVER) - Cuối Cùng Thì Mình Gọi Nhau Là Gì

Về Quê Ngoại - Quang Lê

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Hmm, hmm, hmm
breathe in the circle until the circle thins

Bootprints in clay make cursive spirals, not streets,
bracken keeps count in a language of pleats.
Wind turns the crown, rain weighs the limb,
sap climbs a ladder in the gray morning brim.
Somewhere inside the whirl is a pin,
a plumb that refuses to spin.
I walk until walking forgets to pretend,
I stand where the wheel remembers its end.
Snake in the loam flicks silver at heel,
shows me the spine of the hill like a keel.
I listen for quiet that does not recede,
I listen for center, for seed.

ragged roots, muddy boots, with the snake I find myself in cahoots

go then, if you will, to the stem of Yggdrasil

fill then if you will, a vial of clear distil

let it sit, soft and still

let it sit, soft and still, back to ragged roots, muddy boots

Branch rings keep years like coins in a tin,
storm after storm and the pith holds thin.
Scent of dawn, reduce and refine,
one clear drop from the leaf to the line.
Tongue learns the mineral names of the ground,
thumb learns the grain where answers are found.
Not every question deserves the same key,
some open inward by simply to be.
Snake draws a circle so patient and low,
shows me the center that chooses to grow.
I set down the hurry, I shoulder the skill,
to pour and not spill.

ragged roots, muddy boots, oath with serpent’s quiet truth.

go then, if you will, to the stem of Yggdrasil.

fill then if you will, this vial with calm and will

let it sit, soft and still

let it sit, soft and still, back to ragged roots, muddy boots

Axis, access, center that holds,
spoke to the hub where the turning folds.
Heart like a compass set level and true,
needle finds north by learning to be through.

Low hum, slow drum, bright thread, bright crumb.

I do not chase the edge of the reel,
I learn the art of standing to feel.

Here is the trunk with its starward intent,
here is the rootwork reading the bent.
I pour what is bitter through gravel and silt,
what clears in the bottle begins to be built.
The loop is a river that circles the bay,
the still is the inlet where waters can stay.
I lean on the midrib and soften the jaw,
snake curls a bracelet around what I saw.
World keeps its motion, I keep my quill,
I write from the center until I am still.

ragged roots, muddy boots, with the snake I find myself in cahoots

go then, if you will, to the stem of Yggdrasil

fill then if you will, a vial of clear distil

let it sit, soft and still

let it sit, soft and still, back to ragged roots, muddy boots, we will

sip the clear, keep the core,
let the ring count what rings are for.

hmm, hmm, hmm

GLTG TRĂNG VỀ THÔN DÃ - NHƯ QUỲNH.mp3

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