From A Dream
Passion and spirit of life and love.
With immortal breath,
it searches, not for endings,
but of beginnings, always beginnings
before setting out on the Journey.
In reality, it is as lost as the seeker
who moves forward with Grace.
A sip permeates and insinuates.
Earthy, sensuous, a perfect voice,
like a woman made of fire.
From: Shorts: Short Poems On How We Ramble
Unpub. MS p. 44
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