I am gone with the wind.
Snapped in half by the jolt of a breeze and I am FLYING on some
intuitive
hunch.
A hunch that takes me to the presence of God and beyond!
And beyond
And
Beyond.
Beatnik creatures glide around in indian beads and shawls and feet of dirt
Humble monks
Divinity in white hemp robes
life
in unformed forces become my best friends, my soul.
Modes of dust suspend themselves on a beam of warm light
A beam that pierces the heart of Christ and wavers on a red carpet floor.
I
smile.
It is
so beautiful.
And Opiate, seeps through drains of cities as animals raise their lungs to the sky and gasp and rasp and yelp.
Here are the heavens – pearl white and joyful.
Then a warmth takes my body
Animals of the city recoil. Animals of the city return.
The heavens are lost.
Snapped in half by the jolt of a breeze and I am FLYING on some
intuitive
hunch.
A hunch that takes me to the presence of God and beyond!
And beyond
And
Beyond.
Beatnik creatures glide around in indian beads and shawls and feet of dirt
Humble monks
Divinity in white hemp robes
life
in unformed forces become my best friends, my soul.
Modes of dust suspend themselves on a beam of warm light
A beam that pierces the heart of Christ and wavers on a red carpet floor.
I
smile.
It is
so beautiful.
And Opiate, seeps through drains of cities as animals raise their lungs to the sky and gasp and rasp and yelp.
Here are the heavens – pearl white and joyful.
Then a warmth takes my body
Animals of the city recoil. Animals of the city return.
The heavens are lost.