Thoughts picked up from mountains while wandering…
Kiss me
on the mountain
my darling…
as we survey
the surroundings,
higher states
of grace…
as the willing
and those who
aspire to be
worthy…
do the dirty work
of aspiring
to search for
God’s face…
sidestepping the calamity
that abounds below…
what we reap
and sow
won’t lay roots
in the ground
but in the celestial
these words
ain’t for show
or window dressing
this is manifestation
or protection.
A live reading of the piece with silence as the chaser.
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