I write my poems at night,
when the blankness surrounds me; and the only light from my soul
streams truthfully and beautifully towards my consciousness,
My hand without resistance obeys,
I surrender to the light.
April 3rd 2014
I write my poems at night,
when the blankness surrounds me; and the only light from my soul
streams truthfully and beautifully towards my consciousness,
My hand without resistance obeys,
I surrender to the light.
April 3rd 2014
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