fine pictures of courses from eternal sources
love of the many come free for all
some may say what gall what gall
old ancients say have patients
onward to victory for an ever new planet
right through the suffering and pain
minds of peace shall fit the rein
astral bodies will feel the joys
hard labor no more of that noise
ever seeking the heavens are full
take up the rein and pull pull
finding release from the binding
abounding softness at best in the nest
looking below from a rocky crest
on the horizon a new spirit arising
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Author:
onepauly (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just something I cooked up
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Pauly, this is not something just cooked up, this is a gourmet meal!
the modest poet? ha! ha! ha!
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