Spiritual Journeys #2 |
Peyote Trans |
Morrison Poet New Member
since 2007-03-15
Posts 1 |
PEYOTE TRANS The wind gently breezing The lion softly singing The man scornly bringing The sand quickly fleeing The earth strangly spinning. Follow into depths beyond Don't stop, it will be gone Across the long and perilous lawn The secrets lost until next dawn. The Doors open wide Un-concealing what they hide Once inside Many have tried All have died. How do you know that you're really alive? Is freedom just a noble man's dream? Is death really the end? |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Morrison~ A hearty WELCOME to our wonderful circle of poetic friends~ Thanks for sharing a wonderful spill of ink~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Welcome! Often I've thought, how differently we'd live if we really believed our bodily death was the end. Also, that never made sense to me, being born, learning all we do, to grow old and die? Where's the purpose? Thanks for sahring with us. Rae |
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