Blessed are you
amorous in solitude on an altar of rocks
that machination twice removed decayed in an hour
to stream away from the source, to the ends of ---
Time, time is no more, no . . .
No beginning or end
---it now revolves around me
and inviting me to converge;
where past present future---
I walk on water
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PuisiA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
