Poem about my spiritual journey.

July 9, 2009

A suttle stirring seeks momentum.

A gentle fluttering seeks a pulse.

Rigid restraints await distruction.

Waters are rising,

the valleys are parched.

Silently the moment rests,

with purpose and predestined peace,

’til anxiousness and desire cease.

The flow, the speed, the rush, the beat,

the phrophetic lance and full side meet.

A unity at last acheived,

accomplishing a mystery.


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