My Wealth, is pebbles
and love notes strewn across this desk.
A candle - lit, says enough
and the beaded pouch hanging round my neck stuffed with - That Prayer.
My Wealth...
is invested in the ones watching from other worlds;
keeping tabs for me. That's right...taking care of my tab.
bowls full of sage
a bell
the book with worn pages
the dust I let stay
a sense of giving
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I can relate to all those words of yours, reminescent of the great poet-saints of old. There is so much humility and longing in your being. Thank you for being such a gifted and blessed soul companion.
ReplyDeleteTHAT is poetry! right on
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ReplyDeleteGORGEOUS!!!
ReplyDeleteI felt that in my soul.