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    The OSMOSIS Poems: writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 1
    The OSMOSIS Poems: writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 1
    The OSMOSIS Poems: writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 1
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    The OSMOSIS Poems: writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 1

    By Scott Vanya

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    The work I was doing exploring Emptiness, as the holiness that projects out through us into this space, The Earth, produced many, many poems of a similar nature: The OSMOSIS Poems.
    The collected books, in four parts, spans, that period and encompasses large portions of 2012 and 2013.
    No attempt is made to hide anything from the reader, rather like the archeologist uncovering long buried treasures, I channeled what I found in that place into this place.
    Largely I was "moved" to write and these are how the works came. I think they catch the light that graces all men and women's souls.
    They are all tinged with a sense of human compassion and "get-alongness" that I am so fond of. Without that, this world just wouldn't make any sense at all.
    I think you will see what I mean, and do suggest you read all four parts, as more often than not I was turning over a jewel in my hand and at each poem, a new light was caught.
    Peace.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScott Vanya
    Release dateApr 22, 2014
    ISBN9781310731426
    The OSMOSIS Poems: writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 1
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    Scott Vanya

    I've been writing for a very long time, what seems like my whole life, taking it seriously from the time I was about 11. Now, at 46, I think I may be starting to get the hang of it: Say what you feel, as passionately as you can, but always with an ear turned to those who are listening.Most of my more serious work is done at live performances, which i do totally extemporaneously, channeling the mood of the room as my fingers play on the guitar. You can see some of that if you go to "my" website. (Open Mics Austin is a platform I created to showcase the Spoken Word scene here in Austin, TX. Only a small role in which i play.)As far as I can tell what makes good writing is LOVE. Love ,plainly simply, and with no strings attached.I put these words/books before you, not so much because I want something back from it, because I think and feel like I feel my bones and my soul, if you were to see the world, experience it like it do, for even a brief moment, you would walk away from that happier, more alive, compassionate and in tune with all those around you.Peace, good will, and harmony. Let those be your guiding light.Agape forever,Scott VanyaPublication Credits:Stepping Stones Magazine, The Main Street Rag, www.carcinogenicpoetry.com, Texas Art Initiative, Phoenix New Life Poetry, Walt’s Corner, Manna, Perigee, Chicago Literary Review, Mobius, Cosmic Trend, Pitchfork, Romantics Quarterly, Artisan, Pegasus, The Neovictorian, Red Owl, The Story Teller, The Blind Man's Rainbow, Atlantic Pacific Press

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      The OSMOSIS Poems - Scott Vanya

      The OSMOSIS Poems - writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 1

      Scott Vanya

      Copyright Scott Vanya 2014

      Published at Smashwords

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      A Dramatic Dialogue - Many Share Our SoulsBecause the world needs poetsDid anybodyHow HumbleI am a loverI don'tI justIt is as muchMy Title-less ProfessionOn a night like any otherOutside is where we belongSo long, APPRECIATE!StringsThe Eternal...EngagementThe spool is empty, LordToday=Ec-DynamicWere IWhenYou are not alone

      A Dramatic Dialogue: Many Share Our Souls

      Many Share Our Souls

      Cast of Characters

       Peace: however you experience her;

       Eternity: whatever you believe him to be.

      Act I

      Peace:

        I would that my voice

          were to sing

          until it

          with all the birds I can hear

          were blended

          into a single chorus.

        I would that Will

          were something

          oftener kept

          to the chest

          then flung away

          like rose petals

        rather than

          that which

          grips a face,

          any face,

          in tumultuous pangs of remorse

        or dread.

        Were every face

          to free itself,

          unhinged,

          floating away

          on the Breeze

          of Time

        The World would be a nobler place.

        If 'twill not be done

          Now

        then 'twill never be done

          at all!

      Eternity:

        Yet, My Sweet,

          we all come

          into the world

          suckling at her breast,

          the breasts of our mothers,

          in one form or another...

        Yet, You, My Dearest Distraction,

          are

          an arriving-at

        yet always leaving

          from.

      Peace:

        Flower, Love, flower:

        as if but a hand,

          stuck out

            past the edge

            of a bed,

            that drops a pen

          yet in a single crystalline moment,

            by some miracle

            rolls back

            to the sleeping fingers,

            taps them,

          and awakens him

          again.

        We are such,

          that finds its Self

          then just a surely,

          and almost

          as swiftly,

        loses It.

      Eternity:

        I am bound to you, My Love,

          but not

          in the ways

          of heaviness nor fear

          but rather

        The Lightness of Joy and Uproarious Laughter.

        I have brushed the hair back

          from before your eyes

          and all the world

          was revealed to me

        as yours held mine.

        The miracle...

      Peace:

        Yes, My Love?

      Eternity:

        The Miracle is

          that no matter

          how often I hold you

          then a blink aft

          lose you,

        I never ever,

          ever,

          ever

          tire of it.

      Peace:

        I am engaged , My Love,

          but not to the sorrows

            of goodbye,

          but to the bliss of hellos.

        And 'ow often we

          draw Knowns

            from the Unknowns out

          lips to lips attracted,

        I rejoice in it, as well.

      Eternity:

        But we must sleep, My Love,

        we must sleep.

      Peace:

        Indeed we must.

        But let it be

          to the semblance of my quiet

          you drift off,

        Whether I hold you or not,

          only now,

          only now,

          just coming

            to

            for

            by

            about

        You.

        We are just souls

          moving everyone's tongues.

        Sing.

        Sing.

        Sing.

        Sleep.

        Hum.

        We are at an end.

      Peace and Eternity (in chorus):

        What must be done

          must be done.

        Yet on a calm night

          The writer awoke

            to edify

            what was revealed to him,

            as

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