Nomadic in thought, and sometimes deed– I wander.
I flow through fingers, gates, and silence untamed.
My irrepressible passion singes the frontal lobes of logic.

Even in pregnant pauses I scream out loud.
Words, dropping from my eyes, like rain from the sky.
There aren’t enough pages, or pens to say all I think.

Barefooted, I walk to dawn from the dark side of the moon.
–Covered in stars from light years past, and with no use for time.
Amused by who I thought I might’ve been.

The field is crowded with frequency, light and sound…
I am guided, protected, and adored by many who are love personified.
In service, I expand to remember myself, and it is in oneness that I exist.

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