Monday, October 14, 2019
Shivasoma––poem by Dorothy
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Shivasoma
He lives as a sadhu
in a faraway place.
He talks of ecstasy,
one of the few.
He is my brother,
but he does not know it.
I live near the mountains
and go there when I can.
I use no substance,
the triggers are within.
I spend my time
writing poems and experiencing
the god inside,
speaking with aspirants,
helping them
as I may.
I write of bliss,
of love,
of union with
that which is.
He is my brother,
but he does not know me.
Dorothy Walters
October 14, 2019
