thoughts falling in ladders downward sloping air anointed blessed and breathing tunnels past poaching pears and small precarious things… leaning and laughing tall words balancing on lonely blue chairs …. and there here at the highest point sweet musk curls inhaling a graceful nonsense see more art > http://www.artofkundalini.com Continue reading “Graceful Nonsense”
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In Your Hands
In your hands I AM cupped, a temporary prayer a sweet slice of merging space I AM dappled dusk a glance of playful light falling shadowed by grace through velvet felted umber.
Silver Poetry 