Under the breath taken deeply

Lost in the maze of body truths

Calm and steady beats course life through you.

And in one of those sacred chambers (or all)

Collects the smells and sounds and vibrations

Of all the pasts and present.


Everything you have felt and known is here

Merely waiting for retrieval

At the moment you see or taste or hear

The familiar or a familiar unknown.


Some days it pounds rapidly and all those pasts

Scatter apart and evaporate.

Today it simply dutifully operates as on any other day

And sometimes jumps whenever I see a garden wall.

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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