Kundalini Splendor

Kundalini Splendor

Friday, July 06, 2007

Everything Depends on It (poem) 


Everything depends on it,
that fold in time,
the door swinging open,
new directions exposed,
arrows pointing,
everything saying,
here I am,
take me,
I am your lost becoming,
forgotten pole star,
the glass spilling over
just for you.


July 4, 2007

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