Slapped down

I don’t see much evidence of the one they call his eminence, perhaps I am blind to the faith. And yet the truth is nearer to me in the wonders of natural beauty so why deny? maybe genetically I’m wired up to the wrong strand. I hope so at least I can then understand that…

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Eight megabytes

She will think I’m just a video link but I’m the light on a long dark road, the cats eyes on overload, seeing is believing I believe that though never seen that, I take it on faith alone…

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Exercising inertia

These are the wheels that turn and who is it that feels the turning? Only the wheels? I hear the chanting, see the fox the buffalo panting, the mist that rises above the morning lake this is the first of many steps I must take. In the sacred fire where the dreams lift me higher…

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