Nature is a sacred realm. Lightning strikes where
it needs to. Nature knows how to make her point.
There are a hundred paths in your eyes.
Each one can take you to the Divine Presence.
Age is upon me, but I am not frightened by that.
More than ever, I crave the essence of all things.
One night the grasslands awakened me, No one
has seen such trumpery grip the throat of a nation.
I meditate and remember my blessings.
It’s the righteous mobs that terrify me.
From: A Rambly Search For Innocence, Time, and Love
Unpub MS p. 4
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