I forego the world
In serendipity, the sweetest
behavior..
there is nothing to chain
no pole, rope, or snake
I spin and I spin
with a shit eating grin
The world at large is the tip of a pencil
A penny in the bank account
of the wealthiest man
My spirit is one of freedom
Air, love, laughter and dance
Assume the stance, for the avalanche
The spinning stops
The flow ebbs and rocks
It shows me things
And grows my wings
My vision pure, my will at work
The beauty clear and part of me
Whenever I enter into the graveyards
The dead areas of my mind
I will prance, stomp upon the ground
Until new blades of grass
Pop from the settled Earth
Now I lay down to bed
full of sway and element
I float like a feather
On the wings of prayer
drifting back
into decades rest
Thank You
Thank You
Thank You
Amen.
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