7/31/2024 for Refining consciuosness Poetry Contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
My mind is busy almost every hour, but I let go when I'm in bed or in the shower. How I love to turn off my mind and let it drift as mystical sources offer me a gift - a poem or words for a friend spring from the void, an empty playground inspirations oft enjoyed, while, as expressions, the light of day they seek, so now my gentle heart gets a chance to speak, straight from inside when my brain's control has ceased, as, at last, my mind becomes a sleeping beast, and I join fully in the human spirit's feast.
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