I've entered my dream
through rear door...
why? - no one cared,
faces - bored,
just stiffened napes
cried silently for help,
forgotten how long
it takes to learn to dwell...
I was expected carry on
the burden, duty,
be attuned
to extravagance
of changing moon...
I've caught the rocking sound
soon,
arisen from the source -
so pure,
the energy of sacred heart
uplifted, warmed me up
and cured.
I felt relaxing into
awkward view,
this whimsy entrance
did not seem more
new,
it's been the curve on
my pathway,
the gift, received
as well as served.
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Thursday, February 14, 2013
The curve
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Poetry
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