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Long time no words...

I have been reborn, as I often am. Every time I visit New Orleans I am welcomed with spiritual replenishment. It is as if I am riding the rhythm of life. I am opened again. I’m always struggling to be in the now when there is no effort needed. I am doing instead of thinking about doing. I can feel the cyclic energy between myself and my surroundings. I am constantly reminding myself to release doubt completely. Without doubt I am free from my mind’s boundaries. ‘Tis poetry hour.


When it becomes divine

When we are no longer separate

When one isn’t a word

When the almighty enters the room

When there is no more room

A formal collapse of the known

A tumble down the sacred road

 
 
 

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