Anger is like a noose the shaman said,
Don't struggle to control,
Learn to describe,
That which expressed fractals,
On your mandalas eye,
Learn to respect the power of bending,
To seeing the straight as curved,
The broken unfixable,
The hole too small to climb through,
But air is so fresh
That hole is the only way to freedom,
Climb for it u desperado!
The freedom of ritual is alive
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2017 11:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Control only what needs your spirit aka Ritual for ancestors
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Good poem!
Thanks Thoff1
The inspiration is important
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