A holy man of a different tradition a labyrinth to walk--transition... beat-heart-beat (spirit rattle) Dreamtime spent in BATTLE.
Kundalini--fire--kindled. Chakras spinning, shining beacons... I WILL to pause this ceaseless breathing to hear the wisdom of this deacon.
Who is this man who does enchant High Priestess of Immortal Dance? I'd give him not a second glance, but in one glimpse I dared perchance... I blushed to look into his eyes. Now All I've Ever Known is lies.
this is excellent serenity... cryptic and mystic...and so well written good work!! jm
Now for me some words come easy But I know that they don't mean that much Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch You never knew what I loved in you I don't know what you loved in me Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be jackson browne
Thank you Rex Allen, and I'd like to make clear that in no way did I intend to imply that ANYONE was a liar...lol. That last line was intended to portray an altering of consciousness...(Sometimes i feel so misunderstood...)But thanks to all.
Rex Allen McCoy
Sippin a Timmy's in London
Thank you serenity. I love this and am very pleased with what you wrote knowing what I know about it. You have a way of saying things without actually being direct. Adds so much more to what is written and makes it a much more visual piece. Keep up the great work am let me know when you need inspiration maybe I can do it again.