A Fine mess
A Fine Mess
I experience a state of ‘knowing’Like the birds do about a tsunamiLike the reflexes of a fighter that ducks the swing of the armLike the intuition of a mother whose child roams the streets at nightLike the Sun. The river. The forest. The mind.Knowing and Trusting reside within meAs I sculpt a tranquil reality With the bare flex of my belief musclesEffortless. Important. Symbiotic.Like fungi to…
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