to be in this space
the choice to choose
to the sacred space
all sounds a part of the orchestra
to use the art as the vibrant cascading of divine breath
and i am that
with amnesia
forgotten to remember
to have the carnal primal ache
of sprite
sprouted from the size
inoculated
spiral
what is the plan
hear
be my mirror
my eyes to my soul
sole
allone
as feet walked
barefoot
barefeet
on a sand, warm grain and vast
the ness
of forgive
the tion
of evolve
the ing
of remember
is
i in this
allude illusion
watch the breeze
breath
of the song of one
exploded
happy happening happenstance
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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