grassroots
innocent and intimate
sensuality refined

 

truth in the felt sense

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a child untainted,
in sync with the rhythms of nature

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receiving and embracing life
free from the shackles of a self-

imposed guilt and shame 
organic naivety

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guns ablaze
the inevitable reality 
  of the human experience 

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an inaudible whisper 
"Beware what you choose to believe Sweetheart"

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sense enmeshment
confused discombobulation
her sweet rhythm off the rails 

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too much
i bite the hand that feeds me

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the way smoke dances

off the edge of incense, and into the air…
truth drifted off into the still abode 
only to be remembered 

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insatiably hungry, a driving desire for

a primitive nurturance 
and a fire stoked

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self preservation was selective
of its preferences
the senses it's close companion

 

raging, both gross and subtle
consuming everything in its path

 

time and time again,
the disguised darkness coaxed 
and had its way

 

Delusion. Rigidity. Resentment

 

beware the assumed Black Sheep status

 

grief, sadness and longing unfelt 
the sheep in wolves clothing

 

the fibres slowly dissolve

 

"Be careful what you choose to believe Sweetheart"

 

be still, breathe & behold
even in the dark 
the offering of the omnipresent 
and eternal nudge

 

receive it and you will remember me more important- 
you will remember you
your worth

 

when grace stirs
bow down in sweet surrender 
I will receive

 

Curious.  Open.  Etheric. Worthy